Goa welcomed me with its light, warm air and the various shades of green that carpeted over walls, streets and rooftops, as it happens every year once the rain has fallen. Everything comes alive; the smell of wet earth and new leaves, insects and animal life all set off to this new beginning. During my time in Goa, the seasons were a blur. The post-monsoon heat swung back into what felt like a never-ending monsoon.
Within the studio itself, a nature table became an unlikely centerpiece almost as an extension of all the action that we were experiencing outside. I adopted the idea of having a nature table in the studio from the Waldorf System. I constantly reintegrated the need and made it a priority for kids to notice the beauty in all aspects nature. The idea was to begin to be aware of things around us, notice patterns, find a rhythm and bring parts of it into our space.
Children would pick things on their walk to class, I’d add a thing or two and pretty soon we had a motley collection of beautiful things in various stages of life and decay. This collection of treasures from the outdoors set the tone. This space became a lab for some of the children who wanted to watch how various objects in nature transformed over time. They were keen to notice changes in colour, form, texture, smell etc., over the weeks. For some it was an excuse to go on walks outside of the class.
Being in the lush settings of Goa, so close to nature, and being able to experience change as it was happening, I felt that celebrating that uniqueness in, and the process of transformation would be a good focal point.
I decided this would be the basis for my interaction with the children, and a starting point of sorts, for the month-long workshop session in Goa. It’s important to honor all that is growing and dying around and within you, I felt. And in surprising ways within and without the workshop setting, my time in Goa has really driven that truth home.
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“Transparent wings in Pools of colour.”
wishing all of you a happy Diwali.
Time before you see the rain..
Space Between home and the sky.
Aug 12th 2012.
It almost seems impossible until its done!
On July 6th, 2012, the doors to my first show opened at False Ceiling — a quaint gallery in Bandra, Mumbai. Lots of friends and family and art enthusiasts strolled in that evening, and I watched expressions and reactions to the story that I had laid out before them.
The series I was presenting: Cult of the Street started out as a self initiated photo essay, looking out for quirky old livelihoods, perennially teetering on the edge of extinction in the city of Bombay. And the bonesetter is one such profession.
Much like the minimality that characterises bones themselves, bone setters are creatures that belong to the space between the past and the present, of disrepute and grudging respect and, ever so slightly, between science and magic.
With this body of work, I’ve used various mediums to translate my story of the bone setters. And what started as a photoessay one year ago slowly transformed into a multi-disciplinary body of work, documenting the spaces in which the bone setters practice, looking at the anatomy as a form that holds the body together, and translating it into various mediums.
This experience has been one of new beginnings and discovery. It has been an overwhelming experiencing, of telling stories through my pictures, drawings and an installation.
Thank you to all the people who had to bare with my madness, and who were a part of making this dream a plan. Special Thanks to Kamayani Sharma, who very skillfully translated my visuals into words.
6th July 2012.
The waves of the sea help me come back to me.
Goa May 2012.
For all those of you living in Mumbai, do come see the show. :)
summer 2012 ,accompanied by the BEST Vietnamese coffee.
Tea Cafe shall be missed.
I went back to Goa to spend a part of the summer there, this year. And in my time there I was lucky to be able to discover secrets of the sea, untouched beaches, and little towns filled with character.
The most memorable part of being in Panjim was an afternoon spent in Fontainhas — the Portuguese Quarter, which was like walking through a string of stories thorugh time.
A town where you’ll see people living life with total ease, sitting at the porch of there homes, feeding fish, and fishing.