wE Are heRe

wE R HerE

WE R hEre

hammer days, once again!! watch out RED !!!

early morning flight, the roads are wet, the bike is there, the heat, dusty rooms, hungry for gossip, coffee and much much more... He's back !!!

Vivan Sundaram

An Interesting journey. A white cube with a video, forms imposed on it's surfaces, there is a boat you can walk on, a shift to garbage, trash, the soles of the shoes, thousands of pink cap empty water bottles floating in the river Yamuna. All perishable, destroyed, like the video depicting a city of Trash and the dust storm in the end.

June 2010

Discoveries... the space changed for me, the paper, the scale, holding the pen down, the 2 D space gives birth to layers, slows down the process, and millions of layers are born. There is an eagerness for Phase II, as if everything now has become an Investigation. The Role of the form is reversed, the act of appearance, disappearance, reappearance, fading, extending, flowing, unknown forms emerging, new darkness's, new highlights, overlapping and more elements yet to be discovered.

A walk through...

paper and the blade, he cuts through

there are directions...

shutter speed

neon lights

stars and mirrors

a home

spilling fuel

we are all here, in the Under Construction Zone !

strokes of sunlight....

the ridge forest, he begins his journey, the flat land of punjab, the valley, aravali hills. Thus an activist is born, an organization comes into the picture, the politics behind the photo, the workers inside factories uncovered, he covers himself close to the river...

ravi agarwal...

the whole gallery is wet.... do not enter or you will get stuck in the paint...

bhutta ki kahani...

the sleeping disease started by jyoti.... god help us!!!

a talk by Jullius

and so the warriors have decided to play.... such is the blessing, i am a witness... stories open up, the past is no longer the past, the blade strikes open a dwaar (door). this must be a way to the forest...

The City gardens

I am circling the park, I have come from far away, it's where i am, where i stand in this picture. The time does come back, it does reveal a certain truth. Enclosed gardens of the city. They let you view your city, the time and space which exists outside. The fence seperates you from something. The play of exterior and interior, of the darkness and the street light. The yellow street light has brightened the night. And i am hidden, not too far away, across the fence, inside the Enclosed city gardens. 

jyoti is resting after a long day's work. This photo was taken after he slept, ooops!! i meant worked all day long.

i have a small space where i work, but now, it's become my home, it's taken me such a long time to get use to this space. I have hidden myself within my works.

The New group

Sir, please... snacks are ready! thanday ho jaygay...

evening snacks....aaluu pakora, waistline expansion, round belly, gym membership, push ups, sit ups, side curls... the jogging track, the treadmill... i wish not to be.......                the bean bag !!!

The Basel Connection

and so it has started to rain tonite, the month of june, a pre monsoon shower, star lit cars in CP. The night of kerela, the fear of the night, away from light pollution....

From Shantiniketan to Religare

Jyoti speaks about his paintings, the journey from Orissa, Shantiniketan and Delhi, of settling, displacement, approaching Appropriation, Juxtaposing Mattisse in a painting, searching for his own identity, the confusion at college, incomplete series of paintings, variations in work struggling to be exhausted. We take a glimpse into his world - Nandlal bose's shantiniketan placed with artificial flowers, a sofa with a figurative touch, the measuring tape, the man placed  with wires, all of the paintings wanting to have a dialogue

he feels tired, exhausted, so much work, bringing so many memories back.... A cup of Cafe Latte, there is a slight breeze, cloudy skies in the month of June. 

His next lot - loads and loads of drawings and watercolour....  

three hour Movie on fellow Artist

Please be aware. This is not a photograph. This is a three hour movie playing in a loop. The artist wishes to stay in the same pose. Watch carefully for any slight movements

Lemonade days

Truck from Lahore

Inspiration

Singha bird and Timmy hawk

Timmy was saved by the hawks of KG Marg. They stiched his head into one of them. Timmy, now known as Timmy hawk meets Singha bird. Singha had met a similar fate. He was caught stealing toilet roll from the gallery. The house keeping department decided to teach him a lesson. They tried to beat him. During these moment of extreme violence, Singha broke the urinal and smashed it into the head of a house keeping boy. Singha tried to run and lost his head between the doors. He was also saved by the hawk family. He is now known as Singha bird. The picture above depicts both of them at the Water hole.

shera the carpenter, at his best, chopping little timmy away. This is what u get for messing with his tool box ! Thou shall not click anyone's tool box, especially with a toy camera.

The Rolling Boys

these are the rolling boys of the gallery. If they see u, they will start rolling you. Little innocent timmy was clicking with his toy camera in the gallery, the tool box of mr. carpenter Shera Singh. Shera didn't like it all. He immediately instructed the rolling boys to roll little timmy. He kept on crying and begging for mercy. After rolling the velvet carpet, they threw the carpet from the window. Then a speeding truck went over it. Later a bulldozer went over the carpet. Little timmy became all flat, but now he is better. The local cycle puncture wallah decided to pump air into him. He is right now underground, seeking revenge from the Rolling boys.