sikhcitement

excitement
incitement
statementing

clinking glass

on a top
peppery ground
sniffy to wheeze
a tree
in the shade
stands guard

Suddenly it happened....

new characters.... old stories.... childhood memories.... earliest school creations, untouched territories, new places, new lands, fresh imagination everyday, meaningless approach, a healing touch, a certain warmness, overcoming fears, opening up new worlds....

the teddy bear, the sufi sikh, indisgust of society, chocking, abusing, extreme pain...discovering myself again and again... getting closer and closer, somewhere

i never knew storytelling before. I never knew i kept so much within, i did not know this perception of the society, I am unaware of myself. Unaware of the beauty of the thought and thereafter, of sudden expressions, of new direction... It is happening

10 - feb... 2010. I am here with a work of Mahtab Singh.... Massa Ranghar is beheaded.

who follows
the river
as it rains

http://chumkee.blogspot.com

on the move

http://jensonanto.com/markings_on_the_move.htm

The journey so far... The warrior awaits

1. Project as on 09/02/2010....

month of feburary, it is raining... the leaves have a new energy to them.... I am placed in the Cafe...


1. The Journey so far....


2. Drawing in Movement


3. The Big Toy Monsters


4. The Book of Short Stories...


5. Tajera, the Sole Haveli


6. Draw in Home



Six Options......

I must pick one. I wish to travel. I wish to experience the change of landscape, to discover myself through the process. I, the warrior await the go ahead...

a shadow....becomes many, in play

anant

jenson anto, anant mishra, gagandeep singh

Chapter 1....

the story so far... there are 2 boys... Jenson and gagan.

They are both innocent...they have a new home.

Often their computer hangs, net stops working... birds do potty on them,
light connection goes away... they know who is doing it... Remote access man !

They wait for the Falcon / eagle / hawk, they are not sure which one, but
they know it's not a Kite...

anxiety hits them hard often leading to constipation, high BP and faster heart beat as they wonder at the signature sheet printed only till the tenth...

They want to go to Sunderbans, have drugs with the baul singer, eat international birds in the forest of Chikla, orrisa, dance with the Sthal tibals at Shantiniketan, dig holes under the Yamuna River in search of coins and much more..

Jenson likes to walk, gagan likes to walk even more...

Jenson's profile:

Sex : Boy
nature : Innocent
Favourite place : Ladakh
Favourite activity : Cycle 50 km to school every day and 50 km back home
Hang out place : Volga , CP
Diagnosis : He is crazy !

gagan's profile:

Sex: Also boy
nature : Innocent
Favourite Place : Himachal
Favourite activity : mix water in his orange juice
Hang out place : Mother dairy next to Volga, CP
Diagnosis: he is a lunatic !

Yesterday gagan met his wife in the Cafe for teh first time... she ran away very fast, terrified gagan ran into the kitchen, trembling wife jumped from the upper deck on to the blue round tables seeming like a galaxy... then photo boy Jogi come explaining how a Coffee machine works, then village boy Jyoti come with his tales of shantiniketan... then Jenson lie and say i want to top up my phone and go for a walk.... gagan cry after he go... but only inside...from outside he laugh...


Jenson (the emerging graphic designer) is lately getting erotic with the bean bag... i am worried, we might need a pychologist on the upper deck....Not only am i worried, i am getting scared too... he plays heavy metal music and than starts off with the bean bag... thank god there is glass everywhere...


The upper deck is not a safe place... there is a big snake here, doing Yoga...God help us... there are all type of people come and meet us... One boy rana come and tell us about Chinese at Red light...then he not go from here... Jenson get very angry... but he is also interested in the chinese torches being sold at the ITO red light. He wants to buy one. Rana say i will take both of u next sunday, than u try chinese... torches that is !!

jyoti ranjan, gagandeep singh

brownie

..hangs in the balance, posted in thin air
perched to view, tree tops beyond
scatter all the winged, feed in sight
yellow beaked and all
eagle eyed, tongue tied
brownie
the eagle

anant mishra

Round and round goes the revolving door...

he spins, falls and is on the floor...

i don't know... i don't know...

i am in, please help me GOD...how do i go out ?????

Round and round goes the door, he is full of doubt...

Jensee boy wondering i got In,how do i go OUT...

do i scream, yell or just SHOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!

(this incident happened at the American Center, A senior Artist, Jenson Anto found himself trapped in the revolving metal gates outside. He chose to ignore the signs and headed into the whirlpool of destruction... with one hand holding the phone, he banged his head, trapped inside, yelling for help... he was rescued by a fellow artist (me)... i whispered, Jenson, this way my dear.... the confusion increased as he tried to cross the street every two seconds, becoming restless and irritating and violent, desperate to reach the other side... he was last seen at the petrol pump.... have u seen him... round and round goes the door.... i wonder is he on the gallery floor...

doggy pupu in wonderland

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. :(

hi jenson

hi gagan

the last cookie

Saturday evening... i am reminded of the last cookie... jenson took it, laughing, he ate it. There was a call on the mobile and i left to join a new reality, shifting from one reality to another. There are three of us. Jenson, anant and me. We are in a LAB... we are three scientist, investigating our mind, or rather I am. Few days have passed by. The drawings are progressing, each one of them have a story... they join a new set and form a new story... i am exploring the size, the scale, it's fun so far.

The world of drawing, a fantasy world above the cafe. I am exploring the hidden creatures within me, the monsters, the angels and other characters, holding all of them within.