The Fuschia Tree- A Life. Line. On New Art

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.

Lights Along The River: In Conversation With Asim Waqif.

By Heidi Fichtner, Issue 27, Regeneration: Revolving Growth

The poetry is there for anyone to access. Most derelict buildings seem to fade and people stop looking at them. It’s actually all this mess that allows for unexpected situations...

The Prophet as Artist.

By Manjari Kaul, Issue 25, Meaning: In Search of Significance.

In the everyday experience of the artist there is no foretelling the impetus of inspiration. Often at unlikely junctures, in slumber land or trite situations, there is a flash of lightening, lyrical illusion or poetic vision that joins the dots between past and present, projecting itself onto the future like a prophecy.

When The Screams Jumped The Balcony.

By Kurchi Dasgupta, Issue 25, Meaning: In Search of Significance.

Meaning rarely makes itself apparent with any degree of clarity. More often it takes on frustratingly insidious forms that are incongruous and, at times, downright inappropriate. Different artists explore different mediums to convey their truths.

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...

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...

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...

Melon-choly.

By Payal Kapadia, Issue 18, Hunger, February 2013

Every time we eat, we encounter a memory. Of grandmothers making a special kind of pickle, left out to dry in the summer sun or perhaps of the delicious aroma of that curry prepared...

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 ...

Elaborate Sex Games of the Inanimate.

By Avni Doshi, Issue 16, Squares & Circles Issue, December 2012

A mosquito sits on the surface of the skin, inserts its syringe through layers of skin and draws out blood. Satiated, it flies away, leaving an itchy trace, a painful bump. Your mother will tell you not to scratch, that scratching makes it worse, that scratching will leave a mark.