KOLKATA KRAYONS 2

KOLKATA KRAYONS 2

The idol makers of Kumartulli, are famous for their indigenous expertise in sculpting Hindu gods and goddess  

Workplace and the Art- scape

                                                             
                                                               Workplace and the Art- scape


Recently some of my google create members were in the city when I took them out for a quick tour to my work place. they were surprised with the scope of photo-documentation that could possibly be done at the campus.

Himanshu Panchal, a dear friend and fine art curator (the best person I have met in fine art curation) insisted me to start documenting mundane textures of life.

At first, I was not sure of the idea of using my workplace for the discovery of art into the walls and people visiting the campus. But then I started exploring a bit of it and got fond of it.

After all, Its no bad to convert the workplace into an art-space. As art is ubiquitous. If my profession is a religion so is Art,

Life-Scapes

Life-Scapes

As a traveler, the weekends come with an urge to move around in the empty wide spaces of nature. Often i join the troll of my friends to abandon my streets for the varied perspectives of empty lands.

The ample beauty of solitude and parched lands allows me to retrospect and introspect my head-space.  often I get the luxury to have a conversation with my self far away from the city shore.

Far away from the human grounds, lies a world of wilderness. where nature is wild, the hunter is a prey and the prey is the gladiator. 

There is a horizon, where the water meets the sky. the earth is serene and the air is pure and fresh. The life is still there. Perhaps that's what a heaven is.

Sometimes I feel like eloping into the vast sky, way above the mountains where the boundary walls are not made of brick and cement. There is enough food for everyone, greens for the eye and love for the hearts.

The ever lasting poem of Rabindranath Tagore plays in my mind: Where the mind is without fear ... into that heaven, my father

let me spread my wings and fly away

 ( a bit of my version)

Stories of solitude

STORIES OF SOLITUDE

We often travel alone but seldom we enjoy the luxury of solitude. We look for silence in the noise of city traffic yet we forget to reach out for a shout when we can fill the silence with our voice. Understanding the silence and speech is akin to solitude and companionship.  

The Umbrella Stories

The Umbrella Stories 

An Hour of Her Belly Lessons

 

It started when the Manch dance Academy, Ahmedabad asked me to do a trial shoot of their belly classes for their upcoming posters and campaign. I hardly had done any studio shoot with above head lights. Yet I took up the task to attempt this shoot.

Belly dance or bellydance is a Western-coined name for a type of Middle Eastern dance. Originally a "solo, improvised dance involving torso articulation", belly dance takes many different forms depending on the country and region, both in costume and dance style, and new styles have evolved in the West as its popularity has spread globally. ( quoted from wikipedia).
here are few images:

Wheels

Embrace

The Northern breeze

The earthen fragrance

I embrace you.

CHAPANER - Chapter 1

Champaner (ચાંપાનેર شمبنر ; Muhammadabad) is a historical city in the state of Gujarat in western India. It is located in Panchmahal district, 47 kilometres from the city ofVadodara. The city was briefly the capital of Gujarat.

It was founded by Vanraj Chavda, the most prominent king of the Chavda Dynasty, in the 8th century. He named it after the name of his friend and general Champa, also known later as Champaraj. By the later 15th century, the Khichi Chauhan Rajputs held Pavagadh fort above the town of Champaner. The young Sultan of Gujarat, Mahmud Begada, deciding to attack Champaner, started towards it with his army on 4 December 1482. After defeating the Champaner army, Mahmud captured the town and besieged Pavagadh, the well-known hill-fortress, above Champaner, where king Jayasimha had taken refuge. He captured the Pavagadh fort on 21 November 1484, after a siege of 20 months.^[1] He then spent 23 years rebuilding and embellishing Champaner, which he renamed Muhammadabad,^[2] after which he moved the capital there from Ahmedabad. In 1535, after chasing away Bahadur Shah, Humayun personally led some 300 Mughals to scale the fort on spikes driven into rock and stonework in a remote and unguarded part of the citadel built over a precipitous hillside on Pavagadh Hill. Large heaps of gold, silver and jewels were the war booty even though Bahadur Shah had managed to escape with a lot to Diu^[3] Champaner is today the site of the Champaner-Pavagadh Archaeological Park, which UNESCO designated a World Heritage Site in 2004.

The above text have been copied from wikipedia. A brief research during my visit to chapaner. although i clicked more than 100 of pics there but few ones just strolled my mind as they are quite close to me.

Haiku: Busy Lanes

The smoke of his thoughts

whisper of secrets on my ears

busy lanes.

Her Pre-wed

HER PRE-WED

they call it D-Day, yet people want to have one. Now, I know, why people wait for this day.

A night walk

Behind the scenes

Textures

Sun rise

 

Hues of light

opportunities fill the sky

I spread my wings

to touch the heights

A Man

Standing Out

Smile