Saturday, November 22, 2008




give me a person who has these two books,fills a questionnaire like just so and you know i'll be hooked to the text coming from this channel.
this is mike mills.

he even considers the strange phenomenon a couple of us here have been observing these days in our surroundings:people celebrating non communication.
i guess it feels better now.the universe ruminates with us apparently!

Friday, November 14, 2008

Refraction on a door.To and fro-III

Another friend chews on To and fro-II

TO:
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'over time, we close more doors and focus on those which are most important to us, until the inevitable narrowing at the end'... 'the point is not to attach too much meaning to the form of the door'.... quite an intriguing revelation... and i was thinking the other way round...

if it can become "narrowing" there should be an alternate way of broadening also...towards..something..where u no more feel the existence of any doors..closed or open.... does the sky have any opening to enter?...it is all open...and contains the emptyness... within..or without..
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and

FRO:
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I have the perfect reply in a CD somewhere,it's something about a fish.
till the evening though,this will have to do :)

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i have to fight putting more of tomasz zarachowicz's work up...
the few water colours i've ever done have struck similar chords.
maybe seeing this up here,will make me put those up as well!



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..The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.

She is used to this sort of thing.
Her blacks crackle and drag.
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S. Plath


i trot through the French up there :..
'In the middle of the night,a solitary light is watchful..'


Wednesday, November 12, 2008

reflecting on a door.To and fro-II

TO:
'I was just thinking that our lives are a set of doors ..When you're young, all doors are potentially open. We try to identify our talents and interests, make educational and professional choices, find our ways into our emotional and sexual maturity — in this process we open some doors and close off others.
At some point, if we a bit lucky and a bit successful, we reach a place in our life where those choices are largely in place and we are doing what we wanted to do, with whomever we want to do it with. Over time, we close more doors and focus on those which are most important to us, until the inevitable narrowing at the end of...
Is there another way of looking @ this ?'



FRO:
'I believe your door analogy could work.
but for me,i think what one starts with is very few doors.doors one
isnt really aware of.we realise their form as we grow when we've
blundered through life enough to realise that some have closed.
their not being open is what gives them a form.
the lack of the opening gives it a shape.
but you go on then and if you're lucky and start trusting your
instinct,sort of surrender to it,then you have the guts to knock on
doors you're not even sure exist.they take form because you believe
they do!
after a little more of walking you forget about doors,about opening or
shutting them,you're free...you take what you will,there is nothing
that can be lost.the analogy of the doors is no longer
required.everything is permeable.
the point is not to attach too much meaning to the form of the door.'

Saturday, November 8, 2008



I am reworking the structure of this blog.
give me a month.
or lesser!


em,and if anyone is wondering,that's belmondo on the ground.godard in the coat and glasses,facing us.last scene of 'A bout de souffle'.
notice:no crowd control.just Coutard and a camera.
I'd like to meet the guy who took this picture.How did he know I'd have liked to see this picture!?!lol..
ffffff.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Sit
Vikram Seth

'Sit, drink your coffee here; your work can wait awhile.
You're twenty-six, and still have some of life ahead.
No need for wit; just talk vacuities, and I'll
Reciprocate in kind, or laugh at you instead.

The world is too opaque, distressing and profound.
This twenty minutes' rendezvous will make my day:
To sit here in the sun, with grackles all around,
Staring with beady eyes, and you two feet away.'

Nice one,
1010.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

peas in the Pod

my music is playing on that there player on the side everybody.videos and general fooling around will hopefully follow.usual podcast format here.i guess i'll be also more comfortable screening the trailers of my films here,rather than on youtube.
i write what i feel about the music on the page sometimes,and couple them with images,so you might like to have a look at the mother page.
like so...
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posting for 'how is your life today?'
super band i chanced upon. wanted to kick myself when i found out they've been up for some time now.anyway better now than in another year!
...i love the dark floating images of harlequins the piano playing in this song always manages to evoke in my head.
that,and memories of simon and garfunkel.

Friday, September 19, 2008

been getting mails about the podcast.
lol...
it's quite barren right now,i know.working on it working on it.
not really putting up artist detail on it yet,coz then i'd probably get into trouble for making the music so freely available.
what you can do,is mail me if you want more of a sort of music,i'll make more available,or give you the source.
some of these artists haven't released officially.
so.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

people who know me.you're right,i've flown.
for the time being,this is lowe,on the selby..
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i wanted to be a gymnast.lowe wants to be a drummer.
:)

Sunday, September 14, 2008

just in case i didn't make my trajectory of research clear in the last post....
i'm drawing analogies between the film language of 3 of jean luc godard's films with a narrative technique of poetry called vakrokti developed by kuntaka,an indian scholar writing in at around 1012 AD.

the parallels leave me speechless.
lol...

Friday, September 12, 2008

purely academic work,but i figured it'd be interesting to feature bits of my dissertation writing here...atleast the cuckoo,non theoretical part
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...part of the brief is to analyse the works of a film director of our choice,and highlight our observations on the mere construction or map out our views on the different trajectories we observe springing from the pieces of work.
lol...

an excerpt:


'if all the subjects in the world are discussed philosophically,there is no wonder at all.'
Kuntaka,'Vakrokti-jivita',1012 AD.

a poet catches the ghosts in the spaces between frames,catches the vacant moments we are all familiar with, but had no idea we shared with so many others.few find means of articulating the precise form of these phantoms.
for me,jean luc godard's films read out poetically.i have respect for the manner in which he wields the craft to identify these ghosts and his success in being able to translate the poetry onto the screen.a film maker's journey from the recognition of a feeling,to articulation through the voice or hand,to a plan for bringing these visuals to light via film,on through the edit and sound design,usually causing the end product to be quite a different from what it was at conception.
almost like a human who goes through so much with the passage of time that he loses his identity momentarily when he reaches a point when a thought must be concluded,when the debate must be drawn for the moment to a close.




he is left with what seem to be his values at present and he holds them to the light to compare them with the values he had started out with in the beginning.



has he started believing in a conjured image of himself?(all in an effort to be able to define what he is at the present moment to himself.)the film maker is left with what he has on hand now,and what he remembers of the subject he had considered to make a film on,in the beginning.he is left to wonder which version is closer to the truth.the film is the film maker.the poetry becomes the poet.
i've not been around...caved into the living quarters,working, working ...and hell enjoying every bit of it: ).the outcome will be screened here by the 23rd of the month.
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i can't wait. :):):):):)
so i've been watching the other guys working around me,and the guys pretending to work around me..and it's such a pleasure to come across some superbly tortured through work....featuring sachin george,you could watch him torture himself here...look what he's done with the ten rupee note..


.....sachin's majoring in graphic design.i think it's going to be fun watching him grow.
you might want to toss a line into his space.

Friday, September 5, 2008




chewing cud.multitasking.
mood boarding.colour creeping out of the grayscale.

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the show must begin.

Saturday, August 30, 2008


"unpoemed, unpictured, the potato
bunches its knobby browns on a vastly
superior page..."

S. Plath

Friday, August 29, 2008

Thursday, August 28, 2008

ilya kabakov explains how to meet an angel.





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this one below's insane it's called 'the man who flew into space',ilya made it under the watchful eyes of a wary soviet government.sometimes he'd convert his own living quarters into an installation space..


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«The pyrotechnics of the harshly lit Man Who Flew into Space drew the most attention, in part because it looked so Soviet. This man had papered his walls with Soviet propaganda posters and built a makeshift catapult with which he had apparently launched himself through the ceiling, into the beyond. All that remained in the room were the bed, the table scattered with drawings, the catapult and an impressive hole in the ceiling from which light poured in. The room had been boarded up by the authorities, as a text panel informed us in the most bureaucratic of languages.»
-from Ilya Kabakov Flies into His Picture, Amei Wallach Art in America, Nov, 2000.
i like noticing the guy left his shoes behind...lol..

Kabakov insisted that "the very essence of Russian life is communal." He often recounted the dehumanizing effects of communal living, but for him the experience also contained a germ of hope: "It is only when you are lying on the floor of a boarding house of the lowest degree that you begin to look up at the sky: the man who lies in the dust looks upward."


:):):)
a salute to mr.kabakov.


anon writes in often,he/she put me on to this site.chronic street artist here.
as in this here piece...i have been cursed with interpreting the simplest things as articles of immense complexity.of course it helps conversely to break down the complex too though.lol..
tipping the hat to anon.





the links on this blog seem to be updating as we speak...
lol...
the selby proliferates .watch watch!

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

tagging blog posts is turning out to be like homework.
paperwork.so i have to make efforts.
lol.
i don't like RSS feeds.i will never have them attached.i will type addresses in the navigation bar.and press enter.

Friday, August 22, 2008

my friend jay can draw.


you can see his work here


ok ok can't help it,...this guy's bloody funny!
'the perfect human',jørgen leth,1967


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i've put the google video link also up there,just in case youtube malfunctions,also it's a longer version.
i'm trying to get my hands on all the parts of the film 'the 5 obstructions',by lars von trier (2003),which came as a play on the film 'the perfect human'.in the film,lars creates obstructions in the film making process for his mentor jørgen,the assignments being an attempt to wean his mentor off of his self imposed isolation.
to me,parts of the film incorporate very colonialist thoughts,...the white man's nightmare could be and should be laughed at.
but it's an interesting look at what i keep fighting with myself, when i place myself as the director ,the observer and direct my actors to move.
here's the trailer of 'the 5 obstructions'..

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Thursday, August 21, 2008

rodrgio and gabriela, courtesy the tiger.made my day :).
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the track 'ixtapa' over here should be the theme music for this site!
soul wrenching guitaring.ixtapa,i hear is a sweet town in mexico.sweet.more writing later.

david shrigley is cuckoo.please see his artwork.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

hello.i believe you must get your hands on this book,i chanced upon it the first week i entered design school and since, have considered him to be a genius,it's on amazon here

paul smith.
(P.S.:that cosmic connection thing is happening again,i put this post up a coupla days back,and suddenly the bloody paul smith book in the library is changing tables like a mad man all over the place.people are even hiding it.a close friend came up and looked me in the eye and asked if i knew about paul smith.gak! eeep?...741.6 everyone,the book's there!)
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so.:):).
paul smith's got a gremlin of a creative bug.good god.what freaking brilliant energy levels.
like alan fletcher,the fabulous, once said,"what distinguishes designer sheep from designer goats is the ability to stroke a cliché until it purrs like a metaphor." : )
paul smith is on ketchup bottles.and his stores proliferate his germ.down below's a pic of his store at westbourne.
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i mean this skirt now,just shakes the place for me...the bloody detailing,the way he carries forward a motif(he's been using his striped mini cooper all over.on everything.) on the front
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what a beautiful mind,makes me fuzzy all over when people take the pains to get their hands slimy with detail.ffff.