anant...

roving, moving....

now
here
everywhere

Beaware of the Woof girl !!!!
She comes to the College
as a surprise

now what?

then, there was light

chamkee, nanoo.....

and the story goes, ON

dish, main...

site, in the shadows.....in transit

in the hail, and around..

outside KFC....

In the Amazon Jungle

Chumkee in his happier days... in the amazon jungle, all alone amongst the tigers, wolves, bears, snakes and other creatures of the forest. He is alone and happy. He misses those times. He wishes not to die but is not afraid of the valleys. He knows he can fall and die in an instant, his favourite qwaali - (maut ki kamzor aandhi jab issay takray gi, yay imarat tuut kay mitti mai mil jaayegi... - Jenson disconnected on such words.) Chumkee wishes to go higher...

Call 4 help

the warrior chumkee is calling for help.... somehow no one seems to pick up in the other galaxy. Planet Nibura is coming. 2012, we don't have much time...maybe he has other issues, he is calling for help... chumkee the lone warrior...

chappal death

I am really trying, but then i can't help it... I have been stomped to death. Chumkee lies bleeding in pain.

I am here, lost in my thoughts... wondering where to go from here...

A perfect way to use the Tripod....A must for every Video Artist

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