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I have always been fascinated by repeat patterns
on surfaces especially in textiles. I love the simplicity
in block prints.
I tried one on my book, except, I did not want
to create a main repeat. I wanted each repeat
to be unique so they roll out as a sequence.

This was my first trial. I like the character.
The movement is captured across the book cover
and forms a loop, if we take it digitally.
Otherwise, just roll your eyes through the
sequence like you would over any script.

Prior to Exhibit 1

People in Museums : I am looking for fodder for my narrative.













Candid moments, relationships, conversations.














Juxtaposition, altering meaning. I find the glass cabinets fascinating!
They create connections in the space


I am looking at the map, as
a narrative tool. I am trying to
see if I can create a collage of the
space with the map, since it is the
blueprint of the space. It is pure
information. How would we
incorporate emotion? The
moments that people leave
behind?How can a map be
any different?














Have you seen the work of
George Widener ? I saw him
at the Museum of Everything.
He uses existing satellite
images and maps to create
his own topography.

I like his madness. His attention
to detail. It is in the concept
more than the execution, which
sort of changes the idea of
"attention to detail".








part of a Greek sculpture.

















Woman and boy. Part of a Greek sculpture.


When we change the order of structured information,
and make it more random, what are the connections that we see?

Exhibit 1

My MA project at the moment, focuses on the museum
space, mainly that of the British Museum.

I find the museum as a giant, in the realm of
open source learning. It is a cross-section of a library,
a classroom and a park. Also, the fact that the
knowledge base is created from retrospection
or reverie. I find the interaction between the visitor
and the exhibit fascinating and how would that space
react if we removed the formal boundaries between the two.



















Egypt
Rotring ink and Correction ink on discarded postcards from the Museum.
























Videography.
Rotring ink and Correction ink on discarded postcards from the Museum.

























Silence
Rotring ink and Correction ink on discarded postcards from the Museum.


"you came into this world as Goddess Lakshmi"

From the conversations with my father which I have posted
below, I am beginning to illustrate bits of that.


















The initial bit of research involved looking at Aindri, and
the other matrikas (mother goddesses) in Indian folkart.

I was playing around with different media, for me it was
not important to illustrate her.

I am interested in why some deities have so many arms
and eyes? The reason is, I think (which is also used in
video gaming structure) that each deity is assembled
from other deities, their attributes, just like how you
would create an Avatar from a library of attributes.

It's fascinating because we are not looking at
a character, but a family tree!

























Aindri
Ink and acrylic on rice paper



I want to see if I can use this concept ( the many arms, etc)
in my character design to re-interpret:

"you came into the world as Goddess Lakshmi"
























You Came into this world like Goddess Lakshmi
silkscreen
























detail




















digital

Conversation with my Father

I am beginning my MA project finally!
After a circuitous process of doing
one week projects exploring my new
found city, I am strangely being affected
by these stories that my father tells me
in an innocent attempt to make me realize
where I come from. They run, overlay'ed,
as I take my walks through galleries,
cobbled alleyways, and chrome tinted
shopping malls.

I got this mail from Dileep Cherian one
early morning. This is the phase where you
don't know where your project is going to go.
But it is so nice to hear from people I haven't
met, feels like if I meet them again, we can
have conversations like you would with
old friends!

hi aindri,
had seen your blog many months back
when an NID friend of mine fwded it.
today i stumbled on it again, and i
happened to see the 'conversation with
my father'. it was so real and moving
and i believe everything your
father said.

One of my favourite tutors from NID, Immanuel
Suresh shared this with me today as well:

"It reminded me of some other stories

of my dad also but I am sure u wouldn't
have understood MISA it happend
somewhere in 76. I guess I was also
small then.
CocaCola was driven out in 76 and a
new govt. was formed in 77 and the
drink was called Double Seven 77.."


I got this beautiful poem from Mr. Brij
Chatrath. It is lovely to find feedback
as stories, poetry or just encouragement!

You hold the small finger of the hand

Which feels so small in your hand

With love and affection

You tug it along

Till the strength of the wind

Gives her – her own wings!

You release the hand

And stand on the sand

Those impressions of a distant land

The father sees

In his own hand

The strength of the child

So he extends it from a distance

To touch and feel

The welfare of the child

In a distant land

Across many seas!

Repositioning of the Spirit

The objective is to bring the essence or spirit of an object
and translate it into a space, that alters the object- it's
meaning, motive, existence.
I chose a childhood object- a One Rupee note, dating back
to circa 1974, I wanted to encapsulate a few of my childhood
memories in it, and bring in the old adage- that money
cannot buy everything, specially to a child- in the hope that
the value of this will exceed the note's material connotation.
So, when you open the tiny note, it pops up into the times..
















..when we bottled in fireflies.
















Or smothered our neighbourhood with kites.
















Or floated paper boats in the rain.

This is my first adventure with paper 'engineering' but I guess
you can do anything if you have a story to share!

From Aindri's backpack

Keylong, in the Lahoul
and Spiti Valley of
Himachal Pradesh.



















In this video:
Nupur, Radha, Anjora, Sourav, Kyle, and me,
at Nature Park, Old Manali.

Chlorophyll Kaliedescope

Patterns made out of pressed leaves, ferns and
flowers. Wish I could capture the scent of the
lavender and of the greens just after the rains.

alice's

The only people for me are the mad ones,
the ones who are mad to live,
mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous
of everything at the same time,
the ones who never yawn or say a
commonplace thing, but burn, burn,
burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles
exploding like spiders across
the stars and in the middle you see the
blue centerlight pop and
everybody goes “Awww!”
JACK KEROUAC



The simplest truth in the world is beyond our reach
because of its complete simplicity,
i.e, its pure nothingness--
There are no awakeners
and no meanings--
Even if suddenly 400 naked Nagas came
solemn tromping over the ridge here and
say to me "We have been told the Buddha was to
be found on this mountaintop--
we have walked many countries, many
years, to get here-- are you alone here?
"-- "Yes" --"Then you are the
Buddha" and all 400 of em prostrate a
nd adore, and I sit suddenly
perfectly in diamond silence--
even then, and I wouldn't be surprised
(why be surprised?) even then I would
realize that there are, there is
no Buddha, no awakener, and there
is no Meaning, no Dharma, and it is
all the wile of Maya

there is the process of metal in me
the hardening of the light that gives
the lucent glory to the eye
the dark clatter of gears
the mechanical clicks of tissue of fury
i've watched dionysus step like a schimitar through my side

NED O' GORMAN:2 poems on the operation of a statue of amaenad