Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Space Bar 2


thE sPAce baR occupIES tHe LONGEST SPACE
acrylic on board
(50 in X 7.5 in)
This piece of board and mica I found lying outside my apartment block. I don't know what it used to be or what it was part of but I was definitely drawn to its verticalness. And the fact that it had very little space for my strokes. A challenge. A mystery... much like the mystery monolith of 2001: A Space Odessey. But I was not happy working on a smooth surface. So I took a hammer (at the wife's suggestion) and 'banged' a spine in the middle of this surface. The colours came in later to give the spine a cerebro-spinal texture.

And now suddenly on the blog it looks very Japanese...

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Well-Rounded Fish Hooks

Pic by Sahar Z

Made from tuna can tops, electricity wire and strips of wood

The other day I went fishing in a canned food store. My catch cost me 100 bucks or thereabouts. But I felt like such a mad nabob... fishing in a store. So I went to the riverfront, opened the can and fed it to the fishes that had come to look me up.

Monday, June 09, 2008

ParaBrahma: heads in motion


acrylic on canvas
15 in X 15 in


A lotus leaf-shaped vortex that pulls into itself everything...

Sunday, June 08, 2008

Runway House

DARME (an anagram)
I once dreamt of a house on an abandoned runway. It was like a House of Ascension, from where you could only go one way. Upwards.

This house had a window that stared at the end of the metalled runway. Beyond the runway there was eternity stretched out like a mirage of something vaguely familiar. Like a place where Space landed on Earth.

The house was not mine, I was merely a visitor come to ‘look it up’. Maybe, have a glimpse of eternity through something vaguely familiar. I remember feeling very tired on reaching this house. I think I was seeking shelter from the melting temperature outside.

Outside, hot air was circling like a fleet of hungry eagles, waiting to grab and lift anything worth grabbing and lifting. I was given a cool drink that was neither sweet nor resembled any other flavour I’d known. But it was a great drink. I remember feeling this lightness as if gravity had been switched off.

And then I fell asleep in the dream, only to wake up in my normal, everyday bed. The Runway House had disappeared. Lifted up without a trace.

Pic by Sahar Z

NIOPEXALANT (another anagram)
One of our many attempts at explaining Imagination, our greatest gift, is the story of the Great Churning. The story as such is a legend in the Subcontinent that everyone knows in some abridged form or the other. The Great Churning produced many gems (14 to be exact) for god- and demonkind and, through reflected consequence, mankind. But one ‘gem’ that stood out from the rest simply on the basis of definition was a pot of poison.

It may seem strange to downright perverse to include a deadly poison in the category of gifts. But herein lies the moral of the story. It is a necessary poison. It indicates that the process of churning has been successful.

Anyone who has heeded his/her Imagination knows that it is also capable of producing its own pot of poison. But it is a good poison. Because it dissolves all that is inessential and excessive. It is like a self-editing mechanism that works in mysterious ways, clipping the wings of Imagination sometimes.

This necessary poison works on the paradoxical principles of vaccination, where minute quantities of the venom are introduced into the bloodstream to produce antibodies against it.

Friday, May 30, 2008

Khidki Dialogue 2


Covering the window with acrylic paint in an effort to ease the pane with paint and vice-versa.

Monday, May 26, 2008

AFriCA lite


acrylic on canvas
72 in X 48 in

Sunday, May 25, 2008

colour of void


acrylic on canvas
72 in X 35 in