Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Doggy pupu…, screaming man… doggy pupu again, lot’s of them screaming, I am disgusted of you, uuhaah !!, the warrior, the princess, they are all here… an attitude, a perception, a new way to see things, I am crossing the roads, an attempt of kidnap… These innova men! And I am reminded of Chandigarh… someone could see me through the reflections, I am on my bean bag… Doggy pupu and his journey so far.
Stories of Oxygen… gagan or doggy pupu… The warrior holds steady to his weapon of choice, waiting for the right moment to strike in one blow, it has to be the right moment.
I am capturing the moments, I am capturing my expressions, I am capturing each step. Each time there is a fluctuation, there is a reaction… and so the emotive quality comes within, I am trying to capture it. It is all a one big movement. Nothing more than the swift movement of the Gatka Warrior striking the shield.
This must be gradation, this must be abstract, it is subtle….. we are in week 2…
Hey ! the lonely black is here, so is tiger cheema… I am waiting for others to join me. Let’s see what happens…
And my daily trips in the auto have begun… I am wondering of the pain of the tree with the grill inserted into his stomach, can’t do much about it. I can only express it. :(