- Searching for a personal vision of art
This is my personal journey of art across 8 years.
It’s more of a show and tell about my work & how I got there.
7. Chicken Rights
Movement
Liberty from chicanery
Chi Guevera was a
revolutionary who fought for
the liberty of all chicken.
He was betrayed while
fighting for the liberation of
Burgeria.
31. Dip pen is beautiful because
the line is unpredictable.
Ronald Searle
The mischievous expressions
Ralph Steadman
Scathing political satire
Settled on a Lamy ink pen of
medium thickness.
80. “Nature always begins by resisting the
draughtsman,
but he who truly takes it seriously doesn’t
let himself be deterred by that resistance;
(finally), nature and an honest draughtsman
see eye to eye.”
– Vincent van Gogh in a letter to Theo van Gogh, 1881
81. One becomes two
Division of a cell
One is unconscious wholeness; two is
the conflict of opposites.
82. Padmavyuham
An inescapable labyrinthe
In the Mahabharata, Abhimanyu found
himself embroiled in the
Padmavyuham and never managing
to get out of it.
In our lives too we tend to get
entangled in the web of life and
continue living the myths weaved by
others.
83. If ‘medium is the message’ then perhaps
the ‘medium chooses the messenger’.
93. Zinda hein wo log
jo mauth se takraate
hein.
Stay young!
Conqueror of destiny
Alive is he/she who embraces struggle.
94. Mar ke jine ki adaa
jo duniyaan ko
sikhlayega,
Wo muqaddar ka
sikandar.
One who can teach you art
even after death,
is the ‘Conqueror of Destiny’
Muqaddar ka Sikandar
Hello everyone! Thank for joining in.
I’d like to share with you my personal journey of art.
It’s more of a show and tell about my work & how I got there.
To begin with, let me tell you a little bit about my childhood.
I grew up in the tribal district of Koraput, Odisha. Amidst nature with trees and hills all around us.
This was the 80s.
I used to draw well since childhood and won lots of prizes.
My dad was an an engineer but mostly spoke of music, literature and the arts.
I remember him talking of the brilliance of Vincent Van Gogh and also of his tragic life.
We just had a tiny brochure with 4-5 paintings of Van Gogh.
But when it came to choosing a career, I chose engineering.
Why not fine arts?
If you grew up watched Hindi cinema on TV, you knew artists were poor.
You had 3 classes of people. Rich, Middle class and poor.Middle class never aspired to be rich.They just didn’t want to go back to poverty.
My mother would often scare me.
She made me feel that if I didn’t study well then we would slip back into poverty.
It was probably true.
But what was the big deal. I did well didn’t I?
Bachelors in Engineering, Masters in Design. Aur kya chahiye? What else do you need?
Robert Frost wrote this poem poking at his friend.
They would go on evening walks. But his friend always lamented not taking the other path.
I am that friend.
I always felt ‘Should I have taken fine arts?’
But all through engineering I kept drawing and painting.
I would make posters for college fests and events.
People called me ‘Fartist’.
I collected newspaper articles on ART across 4 years.
I made a book of it.
Since 2004 I worked as a designer.
I was in the United States on a H1 visa.I was shopping for chicken. I discovered that the legs were from 2 different chicken.
This was from a very highly mechanised farm.
I felt the chicken should protest such inhuman treatment.
I came up with a story of a revolutionary modelled around Che Guevera fighting for chicken rights.I was 3 years into Obama’s presidency and the ‘HOPE’ remained just that.
Average drawing would take 5 hours.
I was using Inkscape software which is an open source alternative to ‘Illustrator’
I had done sizeable number of drawings and was getting the humor right.
I wrote to Nala Ponnappa for advice.
He was encouraging and advised me to market my work.
I returned to India because my father was unwell.
The next 3 years were uneventful.
I was now working in Bangalore.
I discovered the work of a french cartoonist.
I lived the simplicity of his lines.
His drawing are made from careful observation of people and humor is very subtle.
He rarely uses any words. Mostly verging on Pantomime.
I bought lots of his books.
I bought an ink pen and started drawing again.
This was a drawing from Bellandur in Bengaluru.
The lines were getting free and fluid.
I mostly drew cops. Because they were the only ones I saw while driving to work
‘Bapu is in love’ - M K Gandhi ; Cassia
The bluebird - Charles Bukowski
There's a bluebird in my heart
That wants to get out but I'm too tough
I say: "Stay in there
I'm not going to let anybody see"
There's a bluebird in my heart
That wants to get out but I pour whiskey
I take a cigarette so the whores
The bartenders and the grocery clerks
Never know that he is in there
There's a bluebird in my heart
That wants to get out but I'm too tough
I say: "Stay down
Do you wanna mess me up?
Do you wanna screw up all of my works?"
There's a bluebird in my heart
That wants to get out but I'm too clever
I only let him out at night sometimes
When everybody sleeps
I say: "I know that you're there
Don't be so sad", that's what I said
Then I put him back but he's always singing
I don't let him die and we sleep together
Like that with our secret pact
Is nice enough to make a little man weep
But I don't weep, do you?
Is nice enough to make a little man weep
But I don't weep, do you?
There is a bluebird messing with my heart
What should I do with this little bird?
There is a bluebird messing with my heart
What could I do with this little bird?
I'm turning into a bird, I'm turning into a bird
So I will fly with this melancholy
Alive is the one who embraces struggle.
He who teaches how to live a fruitful life even when dead is the conqueror of destiny.
Alive is the one who embraces struggle.
He who teaches how to live a fruitful life even when dead is the conqueror of destiny.