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The Fuschia Tree- A Life. Line. On New Art
The Fuschia Tree
Editor's Note.
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.
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Of Silent Barns And Babycastles.


By Meenakshi Thirukode, Issue 27, Regeneration: Revolving Growth
It's a nice sinking feeling where the very activity you're currently engaged in is the entirety of the universe; the entire past, future, surroundings, other beings, they just pass through...

Impossibility as Reality: Surabhi Saraf’s Sounds.


By Meenakshi Thirukode, Issue 26, Illusion: Seeing Beyond Seeing.
From vintage fans to pure electronic sine waves and pink noise. My goal was to weave a tapestry of sounds; layered, multiplied and fragmented, creating textures and immersive soundscapes...

Music Sounds Better With You: In Sync with Madboy/Mink.


By Simone Dinshaw, Issue 24, Melody: A Different Tune
I heard her sing for the first time at this loud, raucous party and her voice hit me from across the room. I immediately struck a deal with her – you sing on some of my tunes, and I’ll cook and do the dishes...

Rolling with the Royalty of Reggae.


By Varsha Reshamwala, Issue 24, Melody: A Different Tune
The poorer classes needed a voice, a means of expressing themselves. Reggae, which evolved out of ska and rocksteady, served as a kind of release for them. The lyrics were naturally serious...

Striking a Spiritual Chord: In Conversation with Sattyananda.


By Varsha Reshamwala, Issue 24, Melody: A Different Tune
On one hand you have a flute, for example, which is made out of wood, a natural material, and on the other hand you have a synthesizer, which runs on electricity. Anything out of the ordinary is fascinates me...

From Chaos to Cosmos with a Basic Love of Things.


By Aneesha Bangera, Issue 24, Melody: A Different Tune
The name Basic Love Of Things came up in a conversation that we were having about enjoying the things we do at a very primal, basic level. The name sounded good but was too long...

The Mantra: The Architecture of Transmission.


By Anica Mann, Issue 23, Rhythm: Ordering Time.
Akio walked into Muraya, a local bar in the vicinity of Kyoto University, flustered and hungry. He had been practicing all day for a performance two weeks from then...

Dub FX and the Geometry of Wonder.


By Aneesha Bangera, Issue 23, Wonder: Between Nature and Art.
It is said that we are nothing more than the sum of all our experiences. We are made of atoms and molecules and equal measures of wonder and love. As children, we stared wide-eyed at the world around us. Tales of magic and adventure enthrall us, just as ladybugs and shooting stars and faces in the windows did.

Unformed re-formations.


By Padmini Chettur and Zuleikha Chaudhari, Issue 20, FORM: THE BODY LOCATED, March 2013
In this tête-à-tête, Padmini and Zuleikha talk about the structures and abandonments of a body in a space, providing us with dots to connect in as abstract or constrained a shape as we please.

You Are.


By Sumit Baudh, Issue 20, FORM: THE BODY LOCATED, March 2013
There is as much difference between men and women as any man differs from other “men” and any woman differs from other “women”. We are all unique and yet we are all the same, aren’t we.

Hip-Hop and Fresh out of the Kitchen: Stomaching Dualist Inquiry's Sound.


By Simone Dinshaw, Issue 18, Hunger, February 2013
All this time, we had it backwards. We thought the hunger was the artist’s; the starving artist with the clawing in his core that drives him to create, to fill the empty spaces and silences with...

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 ...

The Primordial Circle and Square.


By Nora Wendel, Issue 16, Squares & Circles Issue, December 2012
This sound piece is an exploration into the primordial shapes of a circle and square based on tantric philosophies. The evolution of the sounds heard within this piece mimic the nascent nature of creation.

Electro-acoustic Ecologist, Navin Thomas’ 7 pop culture influences


By Charu Maithani, Issue 11, Beauty And The Useless, September 2012
Navin Thomas reveals his personal pop culture fetishes through the junkyard and other ruins.

A Whistling Duck, a Jazz Trio and the Music of Moving.


By Himali Singh Soin, Issue 10, Traveling Art, May 2012
We had been in the wilderness for a week, walking through wet, deep palm laden forests of West Bengal, dancing shadows and skipping brooks- youth amid an antique forest.

Food Lovers.


By Karuna Ezara Parikh, Issue 9, Food Art, May 2012
We ordered the Sicilian Rice Balls with carrot, orange, lemon zest and parmesan. The music wafted yellow and the day filled with sunny words.

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,

Unstable by design: failure is the central idea.


By Prayas Abhinav
Chaos is inherent. Chaos is not chaotic, it is a need to let everything be self-absorbed and act according to their own urge.

SOUNDSCAPING THE SOUL.


By Shaheen Ahmed
I wake up everyday to the varied kinds of sounds that seem almost existential to the middle-class Delhi locality where I stay. The resonance of the vegetable vendor’s lustful shouting...



Illusion: Seeing Beyond Seeing
Meaning: In Search of Significance.
Melody: A Different Tune
Rhythm: Ordering Time

Dhrupadi Ghosh is an old friend of mine. We have often had long sessions of adda late at night, discussing her dream projects since her college days at Santiniketan, where she majored in Sculpture.