Every sunbeam, every strain of music, every sapling and starfish is ultimately the regeneration of a previous something, a collection of somethings, taking on new shape. At the most indivisible level we can comprehend, all life is nothing more than atoms and molecules dancing their way through various forms. And if everything comes from something, it stands to reason that everything must go to something as well.Read More
Mythos in Mosaic: Being Multiple with Sahej Rahal.
By Simone Dinshaw, Issue 23, Wonder: Between Nature and Art.
Bathtubs, discarded doors, fake fur and a didgeridoo made from tree branches and a PVC pipe all weave their way through Rahal's art, trailing behind them their personal histories to create a rich and complex...
Siddharth Kararawal: The Revenge of the Tomato Masher.
By Veeranganakumari Solanki, Issue 18, Hunger, February 2013
Every human body has a hunger drain. It is the convoluted, elongated, whimsical and indispensable intestine. The hunger organ is quite similar to its relative, the kitchen drain...
The Heart of the Matter.
By Varsha Reshamwala, Issue 17, Love, February 2013
Love, that many-splendoured thing, is after all an elusive emotion. Yet a simple scribble of a heart conveys the feeling. It is not difficult to trace how hearts have come to capture our imagination...
Raqs Media Collective: On Triangles, Infinity and Learning Where to Stop.
Issue 16,The End is Where We Start from II, January 2013
The Raqs Media Collective is most often a triangle, sometimes a circle and often a shape elusive to geometry, a bubble, a building, a boat. In being, they create. In creating, they think and ...
In Search of the Circle.
By J McDonald, Issue 16, Squares & Circles Issue, December 2012
We find something like a circle in the rings of a tree, in the structure of a cell, in the shape of our planet. But we do not find the particular thing that we have come to call a circle outside of the realm of our own creation. More than anything, it is a concept.
Making “Sense” of Food.
By Manjari Kaul, Issue 9, Food Art, May 2012
Women are ever so often compared to food in a manner that reduces them to commodities to be consumed by men. Read menu in a restaurant in Chicago “Double D Cup breast of Turkey. This sandwich is so BIG".
The Uncle Phone.
By Anirudh Karnick
the thickness of the objects, he says, and the thinness of writing, the don't touch signs proclaiming the desire to touch in galleries, I said, and the drops of dal on writing, the don't touch signs proclaiming the desire to
The Pea And The Princess.
By Lara Sinha
Her giant plastic head with large, tear-shaped eyes and no mouth (voice) reveals, beneath the humor, a grim outlook on a world where it is difficult to be oneself.
Finally Found My Room Full of Toys.
By Janice Pariat
The paper planes, stark in their textbook paper whiteness, were messengers of the past as well as soldiers of resilience. The act, to begin with, is childlike. The artist folding paper, revelling in the feel of parchment, of sudden,
By Veeranganakumari Solanki
The Performance – Dance? Theatre? Drawing? Reading? Concert? Gallery / Museum? The Audience – Spectator? Performer? It is all Staged.
MEMORIES OF GROWING UP.
By Rahul Bhattacharya
It was a rough piece of marble... people who have grown up in art colleges will know that many survive on free loads of quarry rejects. It had grains and cracks all over... the sun was setting as Chinmoy started carving into...