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
By Simone Dinshaw, Issue 22, Coincidence: Fortune's Strange Math.
To create an unforgettable experience for someone, you need to empathise with them. You can't dictate terms. You have to desire that goal enough to change...
By Aneesha Bangera, Issue 21, Folly: A wise fool, March 2013
In Architectural jargon, a folly is a building constructed merely for decorative purposes, one that is extravagant in its beauty. To some, who have argued the ancient argument against art...
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 ...
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.
By Waylon D’Mello, Issue 12, The Chance Issue, September 2012
Waylon D'Mello writes a story based on Aakash Nihalini neon geometric cubes. How does our sense of the world shift and how is our awareness of the mundane actually heightened through the accidental brush...
By Manjari Kaul
His aim to produce pieces that can never be replaced as they were lived out has a political agenda. He feels a glut of material art, which makes art objects to be possessed rather than experienced.
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 Oindrilla Maity
The artist plays with this natural instinct. He lures, controls, guides. He dodges, seduces, tricks and transforms ‘realization’. He allows negatives areas to become part of his subjects. He imagines beyond