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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Speaking Mountains, Failing Fountains.

By Veeranganakumari Solanki, Issue 27, Regeneration: Revolving Growth
His works are visual interpretations; subtle interventions in studied spaces, describing the necessity of a new or alien place to engulf you. You become a part of it before reacting to it...

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...

Shilpa Gupta on Folly, Form and her Free Time.

By Varsha Reshamwala, Issue 21, Folly: A wise fool, March 2013
In her bold, simple renditions of text, she exposes our everyday follies: how we create boundaries where really symbols and the world merge as one...

Stomp: A Disembodied Comic.

By Amitabh Kumar, Prayas Abhinav, Guest Edited by Kiran Subbaiah, Issue 21, Folly: A wise fool, March 2013.
This comic was born out of a fractured moment. It was born in a moment which had nothing left to say. It was born in a moment that couldn’t describe itself. It was born on a day when the sun...

Conceptual artist Kiran Subbaiah on The Anti-Inspirational.

By Anirudh Karnick, Issue 19, Will: A Desire and A Destination, March 2013

I was trying to learn to draw like the Renaissance masters in all earnestness and felt vulgarity of that sort in art should not be permitted. It took many years...

Domesticity and its Discontents.

By Avni Doshi, Issue 18, Hunger, February 2013

Most people like basmati. It has those long lines and forms an elegant, loose mountain on a plate. Like an anthill, there is an unusual but somehow pleasing pat to its patterns...

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.