Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Monday, October 20, 2008

Talking about

those times...

fuzzy and warm
doused in red wine
and laced in soul talk.
a celebration of each other
and of togetherness.

Of stories
that become
more colourful
with each time
they are told.

A bond,
built to last
for ever
and a day.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Of my father.

On my short two day trip to Shillong, I was sorting out my Daddy's room when I came across a neat pile of his passport pictures, which he had drawn on to give each a different avatar!

They really cracked me up.

I think they are truly Priceless.

Friday, October 17, 2008

And then New York.

One afternoon in Central Park.

Feeling "kinda cool" but really "kinda short" in New york!

Attendants at the Met and then me trying to buy some cigarettes in the evening, when the guy at the very tall counter looked down at me and asked me how old I was.

Saturday evening at the Howl Festival in Tompkins Square Park

Lovely, lovely Skeeka

I've got the travel bug in me. Can't wait till I can pack a bag and run away again.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Mexico Mio !

A month long trip to Mexico. This is the first time I spent so much time alone in a place so far from home. The night before I left I got the heebie-jeebies. I hadn't really thought about the going and then I actually was. My poor 48 hour spanish classes had been over for months by then. Would I remember much? Or would I draw a complete blank? I hadn't even done any research on the place. My only recent picture of it came from Alejandro González Iñárritu's Amores Perros: Far from a touristic picture it painted.

All my concerns disappeared into thin air the moment I set foot in Mexico City ( DF or Distrito Federal, is what it is called in Mexico.) I found myself at ease, comfortable, liberated. Maybe it was me, maybe it was the vibrancy of the place; it was something special.

For the past one year, my life has been emotionally harrowing, with anger building up in me fast and strong. Added to that were endless responsibilities and a self imposed isolation which made me unable to step out of the house... like i was chained up with invisible bonds.
Stewing inside my head, my body felt like it was decaying.....

This opportunity was a great one for me. It took me away from my world which was fast decreasing in size and I struggled to fit. Suddenly, I found myself in a boundless world and I was a tiny speck, blissfully lost.
I hungrily devoured the gush of fresh air that blew right at me. I felt a peace that I had longed for.....

I spent hours, just walking or sitting in a public place...... observing people, things, places, reflecting...at my own pace..
And I drew, in a little book that I carried with me everywhere I went.I started with something I am comfortable with. Its overwhelming to think of all the things that can find their way into your canvas.

I must confess though, that there were times when I felt rather blue, quite like the lonely traveler.

I drew things that spoke out to me. This was a photo shoot in the lawns of the Museum Jardin Borda in Cuernavaca.
There used to be very many french families who lived in Mexico. Rich and affluent, the ladies of these families would often give their old clothes to their Mexican maids, so there emerged a group of indigenous women who dressed in the most exquisite french clothing, made them selves up and just hung out. They came to popularly be known as the Katrinas.

In Mexico, I saw the most voluptuous mannequins ever! It made me realise the different notions of beauty across the world. Nice.

Slowly with my notions of what Mexico is changed, as I got to know more...

Met some lovely people, and realised my ability to observe and then draw in retrospect.
This is after a lunch at artist- Cisco's house.

Beautiful Taxco, and its colourful music. Then I lost my precious book, and felt about that small. Found a little boy sitting on a bench, the book clutched to his chest! It was a lovely feeling. Then watched a mexican movie, a ridiculous comedy about an indigenous woman coming to DF and becoming a Luchadora. La Lucha is the most popular wrestling tournament in Mexico. And the wrestlers are called Luchadores. Its like WWE, but in Mexico they have a different set of rules and the most amazing masks.
In Cuernavaca, family outings are very common. People just chilling out in the evenings.
The Mexicans could beat the Dilli Wallas hollow in eating out. Street food everywhere and people eat all the time! Mexico is also a country battling obesity. The American influence doesn't help I suppose.
Many of the Mexican men look like the "Tony's" portrayed in hindi movies of the 80's, haven't seen a Tony in a hindi movie in a while now.

Then there was a truly lovely lady called Magali. An artist whose house I stayed in and whose studio I used to make art. My interaction with her stretched my horizons tremendously. I am forever indebted to her.

That's Juan, Magali's dreamy gardener. Magali made me increase the size of my canvas. These two self portraits are the best I got.
El Buscar and Pensamientos.

Imperial Size!

I Love BIG

I am alive again.