In the field of art intentions do not mean anything. Its like crime, once commited, the delete button stops working. There's no going back. This calls for a journey. Both outward and inward. And what remains are the moments,that these alphabets try to decipher.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
New paintings on newspaper prints
Did four paintings since last week. Discovered newspapers to be good base for painting. Tried working with pen & ink and watercolour. These papers are really nice. They absorb the paints easily and gives dull inward feeling once dried. I think the black lines with whites thrown in between have made the paintings more fairytale like.
Newspapers give a feel of immediacy, a certain 'now'ness as also a sense of decaying. A slow feel of getting worn out. While I painted I realised the straight and curved black lines, the chiaroscuro's and the streaks of colours here and there on the shadowy backdrop of greying 18 pt/12pt streams of letters can create a kind of distant magic that is real as well as unreal at the same time.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Sunday, August 2, 2009
I painted this about five years ago. When I started off with this one I focussed more on color fields, predominantly green with different tones, and tried to explore their interplay. During the process a few birds with stretched out wings started emerging within the painting. I think the movements expressed here 
acted as secrets to their unfolding flights. Whatever it was, I kept it like that and named the painting " Wings in birth"
acted as secrets to their unfolding flights. Whatever it was, I kept it like that and named the painting " Wings in birth"Monday, March 26, 2007
Silence...Rolling...Action
I never realised I could do this. I have been writing poems, written stories, painted till dawn peeped in. I started writing scripts since last January. I always belived someone out there reading alone will find my thoughts and in some queer and distant way will relate to the thoughts I jammed in between white sheets.
Last week the first shoot started. It gave me a strange feeling to see the actors standing in front of the camera and speaking out the words, expressing the entwined thoughts lying in between the lines.
Words can take their own life, they have their own freedom to do so.
As the shooting advanced, more I felt like a suspended god, one who can stand on the horizon and wave good-bye to the characters, he thought he created.
Last week the first shoot started. It gave me a strange feeling to see the actors standing in front of the camera and speaking out the words, expressing the entwined thoughts lying in between the lines.
Words can take their own life, they have their own freedom to do so.
As the shooting advanced, more I felt like a suspended god, one who can stand on the horizon and wave good-bye to the characters, he thought he created.
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