tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789119941724706902024-02-20T06:02:20.693-08:00Journals of JondgaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00847987429905548531noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078911994172470690.post-63380107768877095312013-09-24T08:58:00.002-07:002013-09-27T10:22:59.897-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Futurism <span style="font-weight: normal;"><i>( Thames & Hudson World of Art)</i></span></h3>
<b>Carline Tisdall and Angelo Bozzolla</b><br />
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Filippo Tomasso Marinetti was an expert with newspapers: the coverage that he secured for Futurism both in Italy and abroad was amazing.<br />
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During one of the visits to London newspaper claiming to be a war reporter fresh from the Turkish front. An article was duly commissioned. Half way through, the action suddenly switched from Turkish wars to the futurists' activities in London.<br />
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Often and under pressure from Marinetti, the manifesto was produced before any tangible evidence existed of the innovation it announced.<br />
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The function of the manifesto was to create excitement and polemic, and it was an ideal medium for that.; it was cheap and quick to produce, could be run off in vast editions, distributed on the streets and sent out by posts so that reverberations were felt from Japan to United States. It gave the impression that Futurist movement was a huge organisation encompassing all the disciplines. And to reinforce the idea of Futurism spread throughout the world.<br />
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Marinetti gained enormous publicity from trials for obscenity that followed the publication in 1910 of his novel Mafarka Futurista' the ofending item being Mafarka's eleven meter long penis which he wrapped around himself when he slept. Marinetti was acquitted at the first trial, given a two-and -a- half- month suspended sentence at the second, and had the same suspended sentence confirmed at the third. this experience was turned to advantage whenever a charge emerged out of a futurist evening.<br />
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All things move, all things run, all things are rapidly changing. A profile is never motionless before our eyes.but it constantly appears and disappears. on account of the persistency of an image on the retina, moving objects constantly multiply themselves; their from changes, like rapid vibrations, in their mid career. Thus a running Horse has not four legs, but twenty, and their movements are triangular.<br />
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All is conventional in Art. Nothing is absolute in painting. What was truth for the painters of yesterday is but a falsehood today. We declare, for instance, that a portrait must not be like a sitter, and that the painter carries within himself the landscapes which he would fix upon his canvas.<br />
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'To paint a human figure you must not paint it; you must render the whole of its surrounding atmosphere.<br />
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' Space no longer exists; the street pavement, soaked by rain beneath the glare of electric lamps, becomes immensely deep and gapes to the very centre of the earth. Thousands of miles divide us from the sun; yet the house in front of us fits into the solar disc.<br />
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' Who can still believe the opacity of our bodies, since our sharpened and multiplied sensitivity has already penetrated the obscure manifestations of the medium? Why should we forget in our creations the doubled power of our sight, capable of giving results analogous to those of the X rays? ......<br />
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'How often have we seen upon the cheek of a person with whom we are talking and the horse which passes at the end of the street?<br />
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'Our bodies penetrate the sofas upon which we sit, and the sofas penetrate our bodies. The motor bus rushes into the house it passes, and in their turn the houses throw themselves upon the motor bus and are blended with it.<br />
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Futurist admiration seems to have been influenced by articles published in La Voce in 1909 by Ardengo Soffici; ' The movements of a figure must not stop with its contour.... The intensity of the play of values and the protrusions of lines of the work should impel it into space. spreading out into infinity the way an electric wave emitted by a well constructed machine flies out to rejoin the eternal force of the universe.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00847987429905548531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078911994172470690.post-14921832191131732062013-09-18T12:40:00.002-07:002013-09-18T12:40:40.692-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Dark colored Burnt Sienna blocks were piled one on another,
formed forbidden wall, on a hot day inviting a cool breeze in Crimson and Blue
spilled sky.</div>
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When we turned around we could see a Gallery, a structure in
White surrounded by Green. The pebbled path took us inside this White structure
which was well lit and had no one to address.</div>
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We went inside the Art Gallery and to our surprise we saw a
lady with a man walking slowly together hand in hand across the gallery. I was
looking carefully at the displayed works by master Artists like A. Ramachandran
and turned around to see my sister. She looked delighted to be part of the
evening as was I.</div>
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I looked at the lady and her movements suggested me that she
was an Artist herself and she is not a participant in the current ongoing
exhibition at this Gallery. She looked towards me at the man’s absence and I
turned incidentally away from her when she smiled. To my right, stands this
woman who is obliged to talk and share a thing or two and to the left my sister
who is more interested in observing me. She smiled and was anticipating reply
and to communicate. I came to notice this, when she said “hi”. I apologized
with “sorry” and started the conversation where after a while I observed the
shift passed unto my sister. She was telling that she studied in London and
practicing in Germany. I shook my head, smiled and left. </div>
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I heard a sound above the stairs. Diwali ambiance, children
were screaming, playing and Dancing where as many women gossipers sitting
together dressed up in one of the room. </div>
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The room to the left of the stairs was occupied with flashy
metal objects hanging in mid air with a few amazed visitors glued to it,
another exhibition! This was more interesting as the objects were moving with the
light.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5xtx8Gqn50Yjoilbt1hsKlRyT06DWynPnB3a_a8YXK7v8OajUJwWznlYxOtsIM_D96u3Dn2rl-88eHmf7Pxjv6_KTHKVVfRnYp7xM3RxqS27zoY6Qeb2IQVe6IK0rsCfzdF54EZ3n-QU/s1600/painted+drawing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5xtx8Gqn50Yjoilbt1hsKlRyT06DWynPnB3a_a8YXK7v8OajUJwWznlYxOtsIM_D96u3Dn2rl-88eHmf7Pxjv6_KTHKVVfRnYp7xM3RxqS27zoY6Qeb2IQVe6IK0rsCfzdF54EZ3n-QU/s320/painted+drawing.jpg" width="320" /></a>Nityananda popped up. The huge fat guy, I met in Chennai at
one of the ugly hotel where I used to eat every day. A humble, gentle giant
from Mysore conveyed with utmost excitement that the displayed objects are part
of his exhibition. I was already delighted and with this, I was more thrilled
to be present there. </div>
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Nityananda seemed to be excited and blessed to exhibit his
works. This exhibition could taste the success, thought the visitors and they were
so happy to present themselves at the gallery.</div>
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Most of the visitors were awaiting my arrival, accepted and
greeted very well. I could not hold myself at this evening to respond to the
evening and the lights. The colors spiced up the festive atmosphere. Women and
kids were so happy getting together and sharing their experiences.</div>
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The whole gallery turned into a hall staging performance. The
sound and movement of music made people dance within themselves. </div>
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The green long skirt slithered everywhere. Gravity of the earth had disappeared. I was
manifested into a Sufi with a long skirt/ Ghagra with a flaring outfit. I was
accompanied by invisible Gopikas dancing with me. I felt a Peacock. People who
experienced this were ecstatic and mesmerized by the movement of the bluish
green peacock outfit.</div>
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The whole space was filled with invisible Dancers and an
accomplishment of reaching to the divine
was overwhelmed at the descending notes of the music. </div>
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The whole evening was remembered in colors and lights.
Green, Blue, glowing Gold, bits of Scarlet Red, Magenta, Brown and sparkling
electric Blue with Violet tint weaved a web on my cortex.</div>
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The beauty and divinity of Krishna and Gopikas, the sanity
of being a Sufi was truly overwhelming and its memories remained sublime.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00847987429905548531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078911994172470690.post-11651990766830840712013-09-18T07:57:00.003-07:002013-09-18T07:57:40.452-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I suddenly
recollected my school syllabus, wondering if the museum etiquettes are thought
in the classrooms.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The
obvious answer is no. teachers are not aware of the museum culture and its practises.
This attitude is really bizarre in a country which has rich cultural history
and heritage. Teachers are always baffled in a weird combination of mathematics
and chemistry; the number of marks scored is proportionate to total percentage
of their subject with reaction of this into their incentives.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhCIH6kMx1_aE5AoIXqNZ0bSHs-emMBi2umDmU51_Ro3E62ooERNtTfIyy4piWDUj1O93JUoMFhyWlNrJHzZXFHzrv6p0mzK52nFKdhxDi_jiZ5L9HjV7YbMyk5SOGgQNNbsgoQZQ4-7o/s1600/IMG_1307.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhCIH6kMx1_aE5AoIXqNZ0bSHs-emMBi2umDmU51_Ro3E62ooERNtTfIyy4piWDUj1O93JUoMFhyWlNrJHzZXFHzrv6p0mzK52nFKdhxDi_jiZ5L9HjV7YbMyk5SOGgQNNbsgoQZQ4-7o/s320/IMG_1307.JPG" width="320" /></a>Art,
museums, Galleries; who cares? People have very minimal interest about
something that they have to protect and foster, to pass it onto the next
generation. The so called informed people with technology visit galleries and
museums once in blue moon with set of scales in hand. You name it they know
everything from the great Picasso to their own relative who pat clay once in a
month. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I spent a
few days in an exhibition of sculptures shown at the government art gallery as
in charge. The display of sculptures more or less manifested into an
archaeological museum arrangement. People
who visited the very famous Vidhana Soudha; less known than the great posh hi
end Mahatma Gandhi Road also walked across this gallery with another
technological museum standing next to it.
This visit is not driven by their interest but vital part of their paisa
vasool scheme. The ever energetic bombarding kids with negligent parents who
enact kings of the past who were honoured when they visited such places like in
old movies were the majority of audience.
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My job in
the gallery is to take good care of sculptures and ensure safety to its
condition. To guarantee this I have to restrict the visitors from taking
photographs and touching them. People who got my words “please don’t touch the
sculptures”, “please don’t take photographs” showed grim faces at the exit
door. Later these words lost its smile and vanished in the rest room as I
washed my face at regular interval. <o:p></o:p></div>
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back with the usual two sentences to puke at the visitors. I saw a small boy
rushing into the gallery running like a rage bull with his obese dad followed
with his short, dark and tired mother. Like any other visitor who enters the
gallery with kids, I poured the same things into their ears. “Yes of course I
won’t let him do that” he replied. This must be a first of its kind, an
educated family I thought after the father pulled his son’s arm and lift him above
his waist to the shoulders. I was worried that arrangement of sculptures could
be brought down by that giggle of the boy. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The boy
and his father finally stood near the big main arrangement. Father to impress
his little son, rolled his fingers across the portraits of Gangubai Hangal and
Bhimsen Joshi ………………. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I became
extremely furious to have seen something like that. I shouted at the father “can’t
you understand? At least the small boy has little brains but you are too
ridiculous to allow inside this premises. He was silent and left the
gallery……………..<o:p></o:p></div>
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different types of people who visit the shows. Extremely Shy women in their 40s
do not attend the art exhibitions often at least with their families unless
they are close to the artists. These aunts are suppressed, pathetic creatures
dominated by their husband and family including kids. Women of this genre
believe nothing is important but TV, Husband and kids. These women spice up
their lives within daily soaps with immediate representation of the local
personal history. Embarrassment is the biggest sin of their entire life for
some of these conservative people. These typical ones are a little different
from the father and son. <o:p></o:p></div>
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A woman
came with her confused family and walked vigorously all across the pedestals of
the sculptures with no clue. Accidently went too close to Mansoor’s portrait
which eventually made hard sound as it plunged down the floor. I ran from the
last corner to get the model back to its ground. The woman was so embarrassed
and she started smiling as if a joke is waiting to be acknowledged. I picked up
the sculpture and looked into it carefully to observe any possible damage.
Within seconds the whole family disappeared even before I found the sculpture
was in one single piece, I was relived. <o:p></o:p></div>
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behaviour of people, particularly in boys is that they want to capture
everything on camera; be it a dog sleeping in a corner or a policemen sipping a
pot of tea!! <o:p></o:p></div>
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These
types are a real threat to the exhibition display because these sheep can lead
up to any extent just to impress their stupid yet careless girl friends!! It is a real shame that certain place like
museums and galleries are used for such practises. <o:p></o:p></div>
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They call
it ‘MASS’ the eyes and hands along with their brains of MASS is not programmed
for honest interest for culture and history. Going back to my school days, I
wish these etiquettes were thought in our classrooms.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Without my luggage, I was travelling along with a few
unknown people. It was an evening with warm wind, blowing yellow ochre sand
dust in the air. </div>
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On my left plane I could still see my country, green grass
blown left and right by soft breeze going away from me. I realised that I am
getting into a new territory of dry grass and dust rose from the sands. </div>
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We were watching the check post from a distance, sitting
inside a typical Mexican/ American rather Indian ambassador car, driving
towards the new country.</div>
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The gate opened at the entrance while regret of leaving my
home country started to haunt me in front of my vision, going away from me. </div>
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Men who wore a huge Mexican hat and cowboy outfit were waiting
to attend us. I suppose they are cops. Cops sarcastic smile casted spell on
remains of my confidence. A male voice next to me instructed me to be aware of
these boundary riders. </div>
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I was the first target of these cops who giggled at my skin.
A cop who wore a green jacket asked me to come forward to show my identity
proof. I felt the warmth of the green jeans jacket in the dusk and suddenly
felt that the cop could be feeling the piercing sun under his jacket. Even
though I have necessary identity proof, I was scared enough to believe it
myself. I was afraid that my driver’s license could be verified and I will be
caught. </div>
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For certain time you can stay here till we verify your
documents said the cop again with a sarcastic smile. His fellow cops started to
follow him to make me more nervous. He turned to his left to reach a wooden
piece which actually was a designed sculpture. I thought the piece is replica
of Christ but with stiff stance. He gave the doll to me saying that it could
save me, other cops started laughing.</div>
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I was wondering about
the wooden piece and turned its head gently with a click sound. The moment I
turned I was manifested into a giant male looked similar to mosses of Michael
Angelo. My fellow traveller was nude and carrying a bride in his arms, walked
away from me into a green landscape. I was walking toward a red sharp edged car
in the dark night……….</div>
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I entered a busy market but not crowded enough to entertain
large number of customers. This market had lot of corners and small streets or
passage to create enormous directions to get lost. </div>
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I bent down to get out of the hung silky green curtain
reminded me of any sub-continent. By the time I started to look around, the
male voice is replaced with a dark, strong, short male who was very much to
himself. He accompanied me for quite some time later. </div>
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I turned next to the big brown table on my right hand side.
I saw a coffee shop and its display board which reads “coffee beku”. The logo
of this shop was very similar to cotha’s coffee powder. The green and red
struck me to stop for a bit to know more about this place. The guy who makes
coffee said something in kannada. I was amazed to have heard kannada in a
foreign land. We both enjoyed the moment in awe and moved on to another street.</div>
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People were selling provisions and I could recognise them.
These vendors were busy and talking over the mobile phone in telugu. The smell
of oil and dry coconut brought me back to shetty angadi for a while.</div>
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I asked “ are there colonies here of migrants?” an old man
rubbing his hand came out of his house
and said yes with a cordial smile. I was
not concerned about my disappeared co traveller.</div>
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I started to figure out the directions from closed white
distempered walls of an old Indian house of pillars and red floor. I met
another old man, lying and chewing his pan in the verandah said “you have to
rest”; affirmation followed from inside one of the rooms by an old married
lady. Even before I asked him the old man said “do you see the white building
next to another building? “Without waiting for my reply he continued “you have
to climb that white wall with small windows to the roof and join the guys who
are resting there”. The roof which he mentioned was made of iron sheets cut
into long strips weaved together and left unfinished toward the posterior end. </div>
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I neither answered the old man nor thanked him. </div>
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I was carefully holding the iron strips to hang on to
powdered distemper wall. I looked into the groove to see a few young men like
the one who travelled with me earlier was lying down and enjoying the music. </div>
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I didn’t wish to disturb them but I was hanging on one foot
to hold the iron strip at my fingertips.
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Quite a busy evening, earth getting warmer by the evening
with sun had exhausted from his heat. I was waiting for the carton box to be
passed from my fellow worker so that I can arrange and keep them tidy in the
place next to me. </div>
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His eyes moved to his right as he was walking with the dog.
There, on the address board next to an electric pole where garbage heap was on
the road he stopped, and looked carefully. Something caught his attention from
a distance. He moved closer trying to define the object.</div>
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It was an interesting object sitting pretty on the dark
yellow address board. Doll of a beetle, he thought but eventually it turned out
to be a horse when he actually took it in his hands. The night was dark and lit
only a little space around the electric pole. The yellow of the sodium lamp
took over the reds and blues of a beer bar standing opposite to the pole. </div>
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The horse looked too blacks but he couldn’t make out the
exact colour of the doll. It was a very well moulded sculpture. The transparent
glittering stones were attached to the horse on its back with mirrors only to
reflect the tail to convince it was an essential part of a chariot. The floral
designs and patterns intensified with grandeur. The pendant on the upper chest
of the horse uttered, the horse is taken good care of and is loved by its
rider. The horse looked a little
distracted even though it was rushing towards an unknown. </div>
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directed by the sculptor. Horse had only one leg running down from his chest.
Three other legs which were about to tell more about the dark horse were
missing, broken. Indeed he was a Dark horse. </div>
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He thought about shani. He had heard stories about the
occult power of shani, very early in his childhood. He was very well aware of shani himself. </div>
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What if I take this home? What if I live with this and share
my private space? He was out numbering the possibilities of taking home, his
new found Horse. He placed the horse in
his shelf where already a shivaji bust was waiting for a partner. </div>
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Before he entered into the gate next to the stairs, he
thought; the horse might bring hardship to him and his illustrious life. He was
satisfied with all that he has got. Why Horse?
Since it had only a leg and can’t even manage to stand, let alone speed.
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He was in a dilemma to choose between his way and the other
way around in the very evening. Horse started to pull out questions and
thoughts of integrity. </div>
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He wanted to clean the horse and keep it safe. He was
thinking a while about the Dark Horse as he slipped into sleep. </div>
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I Loved doing this kind of works. This work has a pastel quality through acrylic colors gives the feeling of powder colors. </div>
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<span style="color: #666666;">These images are an attempt to illustrate a poet's ( Dr.G S S known figure in kannada literature) vision. Illustration sounds a less important version of art to painting and other form of visual art but is quite challenging to narrate or to transfer one's vision into another skin for a varied appearance and to get the somewhat similarity from the two versions. The chances of my illustration getting anywhere closer to this poem are minute against the feat and caliber of the poem. I would settle for the happiness I enjoyed while reading and drawing. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">These few papers are from a Manual containing instructions. Manual are always associated with its industry and industry or brand becomes its identity.</span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The character of the Manual remains same in most of the production but the narration can make lot of difference.</span><br />
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The Instructor is invisible and quickly borrows the identity of the product or the Industry. The Instructor is the only one who understands the dimensions of the product, his expertise is understood and expected to have knowledge about the by-products of the latter. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Addressing an issue or in problem solving one would need an IDEA. IDEA can make a huge difference to our society, community, lifestyle, Humanity and almost everything on earth. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Without my luggage, I was travelling along with a few
unknown people. It was an evening with warm wind, blowing yellow ochre sand
dust in the air. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">On my left plane I could still see my country, green grass
blown left and right by soft breeze going away from me. I realized that I am
getting into a new territory of dry grass and dust rose from the sands. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">We were watching the check post from a distance, sitting
inside a typical Mexican/ American rather Indian ambassador car, driving
towards the new country.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The gate opened at the entrance while regret of leaving my
home country started to haunt me in front of my vision, going away from me. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Men who wore a huge Mexican hat and cowboy outfit were waiting
to attend us. I suppose they are cops. Cops sarcastic smile cast spell on
remains of my confidence. A male voice next to me instructed me to be aware of
these boundary riders. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I was the first target of these cops who giggled at my skin.
A cop who wore a green jacket asked me to come forward to show my identity
proof. I felt the warmth of the green jeans jacket in the dusk and suddenly
felt that the cop could be feeling the piercing sun under his jacket. Even
though I have necessary identity proof, I was scared enough to believe it
myself. I was afraid that my driver’s license could be verified and I will be
caught. </span></div>
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documents said the cop again with a sarcastic smile. His fellow cops started to
follow him to make me more nervous. He turned to his left to reach a wooden
piece which actually was a designed sculpture. I thought the piece is replica
of Christ but with stiff stance. He gave the doll to me saying that it could
save me, other cops started laughing.</span></div>
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the wooden piece and turned its head gently with a click sound. The moment I
turned I was manifested into a giant male looked similar to mosses of Michael
Angelo. My fellow traveler was nude and carrying a bride in his arms, walked
away from me into a green landscape. I was walking toward a red sharp edged car
in the dark night……….</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I entered a busy market but not crowded enough to entertain
large number of customers. This market had lot of corners and small streets or
passage to create enormous directions to get lost. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I bent down to get out of the hung silky green curtain
reminded me of any sub-continent. By the time I started to look around, the
male voice is replaced with a dark, strong, short male who was </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">very much to
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I saw a coffee shop and its display board which reads “coffee beku”. The logo
of this shop was very similar to cotha’s coffee powder. The green and red
struck me to stop for a bit to know more about this place. The guy who makes
coffee said something in kannada. I was amazed to have heard kannada in a
foreign land. We both enjoyed the moment in awe and moved on to another street.</span></div>
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another old man, lying and chewing his pan in the veranda said “you have to
rest”; affirmation followed from inside one of the rooms by an old married
lady. Even before I asked him the old man said “do you see the white building
next to another building? “Without waiting for my reply he continued “you have
to climb that white wall with small windows to the roof and join the guys who
are resting there”. The roof which he mentioned was made of iron sheets cut
into long strips weaved together and left unfinished toward the posterior end. </span></div>
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with sun had exhausted from his heat. I was waiting for the carton box to be
passed from my fellow worker so that I can arrange and keep them tidy in the
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players, event organizers who were familiar, working towards preparing ground for a
big cricket match. The known familiar personalities stand out in ground as
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">While I was holding the stone, I looked
around and sensed urgency with intent among the workers to make a big stage for
a big sport. The ground had all the making of an enthusiastic, emotionally
charging and thrilling game of cricket waiting to be played. </span><br />
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check the position of the stone I went to her (senior artist), my knee pinned
her knee in a soccer game tackling kind which neither of us realized coming. She felt the pain but resisted to show on her face shrugged off
instantly in the usual workaholic manner. The players in the game do not show
their pain when they are hurt. It’s all part of the game as they put it. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It was orange and spilled crimson red on the faces of people
who gathered with snacks and drinks in their fist with florescent lights
flashing the vibrant ambiance The boys and girls are thrown with bright orange
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Everything seemed to be so beautiful until a bizarre experience was
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A friend of mine wore a tight half sleeveless banyan like garment
around the chest and Ghagra like flowing skirt which was dark flashy green with
pink slippers and a pair of big hanging jhumki.
The top that my friend wore was white but with the light it looked
bright juicy orange, looked gaudy, elegant and calm in that outfit. There were
a bunch of boys and girls in small clusters which seemed to be well designed
with the evening. </span></div>
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to see against the usual ways. My awe and bizarre reactions did not make any
impact on the facial expression of my friend. I was watching my friend from a
distance, </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">as I got closer I asked “why the hell are you wearing this outfit”? I
was startled to see his polished bald head shining with bright orange. He was
silent. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Well, it is time; I had to rush back my home soon. I had
something very important waiting to be addressed back home. I said goodbyes to all my friends of whom I recognized only two; one with the Ghagra and Jhumki and the other with his
usual Ambarish type, the guy whom I know from a long time now. I know him more
than himself. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I was on my way home not before I left my phone with some
balance in it in the hands of the second friend which I realized only
when…………………….</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">III</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It was dark but not too blacks a night to see sparkling
stars. The light was frightening pthalo
blue with dim and cold balcony. Not exactly a balcony or a kind of portico,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> a
place where people build railings but never used because it is just an accessory
to a so far well built class room of a college.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I was tense and my heart beat was nearly a heavy metal
concert. I was wearing dark blue shiny leather jacket with dark blue shiny
leather pant. The road was too deep to jump from the railings in order to
escape. The moon light was dim and could hear the voice of a male who seems to
be well read, strong, not adolescent but young, wearing blue shirt and a big
eye globs. I could not make out his voice clearly but saw his eyes were strong
and determined. He was teaching. His teaching was dominant, confident assuring,
particular, crisp and straight.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I became more conscious of the fact that I am disturbing the
focus of the students who seemed to guess there’s some movement behind the
fresh fixed, </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">cream colored dim frost fused glass window. The teacher was
getting more aware of the shifting focus of his students. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">He slowly came closer toward the moving object outside the
window much to his curiosity but not so sure the image is a man; that’s me.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I started feeling my nerve and so tensed. All I wanted is not
to disturb the class or the teacher and escape somehow out of this situation.
Now I became so sure that he will find me. I could almost sense his energy near
the window next to me. I decided that it is time that I have to find out a way
to escape. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">On the railing there flashed a dim rhythmic light which was
translucent soft blue which emerged from a dirty, used half white mobile phone
with hard keypads and flat to fit on plane railing surface. After the rhythmic
light it started ringing in Nokia tune much to add to my tensions. I suddenly
cut the call in a hurry. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My hand started to shiver, by now the teacher is so close
and convinced the moving object is an unknown guy who he thought would disturb
his class. His stance was rude, strong and defensive as if he is going to throw
me out of anger.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Only now I got to </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">realize that my mobile phone
got exchanged with my second friend. Out of helplessness I wanted my phone back
not because I possess but this phone had no balance in it. Clueless, helpless I
became, cursed my friend he shall never bring a sense of change in his life
after all these years. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I had very less option to get out of that building. Slowly
everyone in the class along with the teacher learned that it was me and
suspicious. I became more conscious of my embarrassment after all I had a
classroom which runs constantly on my left plane and a concrete railing
parallel to the left on my right plane. Here I finally decided to show myself
as I had no choice left to grab.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I saw a silver lining like in a dark storm cloud behind my
back. I walked back not turning my head off the teacher or classroom, slowly
toward the opening behind me.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The wall was broken with big chunks hanging out of freshly
laid concrete. Slowly I climbed the stairs through the hole and I found myself
in the left corner of the classroom. Now I was so sure that I will manage to
find an escape and run away.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I looked straight into the bloodshed red furious eyes of the
teacher who was staring at me after I looked at a way to escape, a way to find
a solution to break the ice. The new way revealed itself above the classroom in
vivid high saturated colors I looked back at the teacher; his eyes turned
white and gently instructed me to choose the new way as if he read my eyes. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">IV</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I was happy and ecstatic to have discovered a new way but
afraid at the same time; I entered a new territory which was quite dramatic.
The light was bright and sharp but not bright enough to fill the whole portion.
The portion had many half built pillars which were painted red oxide below
their waist and continued on the floor. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The room was fluorescent glassy green
with chrome light lit against them. The light source was above the reach of my
sight. The floor was old and looked like a poor man’s paradise with aluminium cooking
containers and ashes flying with the smell of coal and kerosene to create a
sense of suffocation in my nostrils for a while. The light on the red oxide
floor reflected bright and circular. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I heard a feeble conversation of a mother and child even
they shouted. I was scared not to repeat the same classroom incident. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I may have felt cold, had a red and blue jacket with a track
pant of same color added with a red cap on my head. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I walked slowly hiding from pillar to pillar manifested into
a cat to get to a safe comfortable zone. The boy seemed to have noticed some
movement around the pillars, alert and curious; I observed when I leaned and
bent myself to check and to snatch a glimpse of their stance. The light was
bright but cast a dull spell of shadows of the pillars on the floor. The boy recognized the little movement and changes in the dim shadows. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I was caught.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The mother started screaming and yelling while her kid doesn't know what to do. The building was ransacked and half constructed and
left alone to be built by the people who dare to live there. I was so sure I
won’t be put to any harm by her scream. I went close to her in a sense of calm
to convince her that I am of no trouble and harm to her or to her family. I
started to act differently. “I am an orphan” I said, for a while I couldn't digest and understand that such thing came out instantly out of ideas to
escape. It was an improvised timely excuse. My eyes lit up as I went on. The
wit and excitement of fooling continued till she let a few drops of tears to
wipe them off with a big huge hug to me along with her kid. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> The kid and I were in
her stretched, tightened arms waiting to be released by the sudden appearance
of the mother’s daughter; a little girl with her hair left untied and a girl of
minimal words. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> The mother insisted
the girl to serve food for me and for the kid as if a routine schedule of her
and left the portion to a room behind one of the pillars. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The girl disappeared suddenly after nodding her head while I
turned around to see her dad who just entered after a long hectic work. I stood
there for a while with the kid till the girl brought rice and started to serve.
It was brown a mixture of gravy and rice with a tamarind smell and hot. She
gave a plate to me and to her brother who was eagerly waiting. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The girl found a gold coin in the brown rice mixture in
aluminium container which was big at its base. The girl and the boy along with
their dad were thrilled. The girl and
her dad suddenly went inside the mother’s room leaving me and the kid alone.
The girl’s dad tried to wake the mother up as if she is in the middle of a deep
sleep. She was on her bed lying comfortably.
The dad gave up the attempts to wake her up. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> The agony in the
family started to take firm control on the house. The gold sparkled in the
middle of brown rice mixture. </span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00847987429905548531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078911994172470690.post-28617082310984300092013-05-28T21:53:00.001-07:002013-05-30T03:13:17.638-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
These two works are done in Black paper with reverse Water Color technique. working with darker papers can be really fun and it can reduce lot of work with better result compared to lighter Colored papers. This is from Marina Beach and my memories with the Beach.<br />
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It is an interesting composition at the Marina Beach, the second longest Beach in the world has lot of hawkers and vendors to offer particularly at weekends this place will get manifested into a stage for lot of other activities apart from just spending time watching Sea on the hot sand. The stretch of Marina makes people walk the fresh Sea breeze all along the way. This work reminds me of the good old days of hanging around with friends near Gandhi Salai (statue) at weekends.<br />
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The two works are smaller in size and are thick to withstand the flowing colors. The colors are more bright put against dark background. I have managed to achieve pastel like effect in few areas of the work by diluting the Water Color.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00847987429905548531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3078911994172470690.post-85446688920824338152013-05-28T14:06:00.001-07:002013-05-30T03:14:02.321-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I was working with shadows prior to this.These are the two Works with which I started this series of works.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I began with Pen drawings and worked with a few different pens at the initial stages and tried with pencil but pen will reveal more precise outline and encouraged me to continue with it. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I worked with reverse water color process with these earlier works. This is more time consuming and at the same time is more absurd in terms of identifying the elements within the composition but provides enough opportunities for water color to show their character through textures. Different color pigments from different makes can cause varied results which can be experienced while working. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Even though these two works are smaller in size they managed to consume lot of time. The use of architectural elements are considerably less in these compositions which actually donates more emphasis on space and colors than the subject. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This second one in particular offered more translucency and wash like effect along with the depth of field in certain areas. working with single or two colored compositions can be really fun and leads to good sense of light where as multicolored ones can give a hard time compensating all at once. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Here are a few of the new works I have done. These are images from the library of my computer. I have used some of these random images captured</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> from my camera and laser printed them on paper. </span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Most of the Printing is done with the wax base pigments, a thin layer of water color or ink can do the job for you. </span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The images can also be manipulated using software like PS to get different results. Best part of this technique is the fact that you need not necessarily paint the background of the image when a photograph can serve as background. </span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> I have chosen Black and White Image just to rule out additional color management apart from the tonal gradation alone.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Couple of Drawings have stretched out of the Photographs.</span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This can make way for some white or air within the picture. </span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I have drawn with the help of a marker pen on the photograph and filled a few areas with ink.</span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> I have not diluted the ink as this particular paper doesn't resist the flowing ink, where as, if the strength of the paper permits, different tonal values from the ink can be achieved. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The basic idea behind this experiment is to achieve space with light and shade from minimal effort. The photograph can also act as texture to the image where as the drawings </span></div>
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start floating on top of them with a kind of flat yet two, sometimes three dimensional effect can be achieved. There are certain areas which are covered with ink to create a mask or an upper layer and can reveal the photograph beneath in bits and pieces to generate interest in the subject.<br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Still there are more possibilities with color images and more PS images along with hand drawings and coloring. stenciling can also help getting a</span></div>
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better result but with bigger areas. The composition should flow across the space in all possible directions to create more illusion. <br />
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This particular illusion that I have Mentioned is a huge possibility in a large canvas. </div>
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Let me introduce you to my new set of works. I have started to work with dreams and the how they originate from our visual library. In my posts you will continue to see what i have come up with images and texts related to these. Please do drop a comment or two. Thank you in advance. </div>
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