sonal
Monday, May 28, 2012
Monday, May 14, 2012
things in general
the tops of buildings are places for things.
the the china mosaic terraces, watertanks, and their cast iron covers, dish antennas gathering dust, the ms skeletons of neon signs, reinforcement bars for column extensions sticking out into the sky like wire brushes, crows playing around in the draft between buildings, the spinning chimneys of factories .
as the light fades in the sky, the terraces are cool and dark while below the lights of traffic trace flows of glittering red hot lava.
travelling by train the strip of railway land is another place like that. the sleepers lying asleep piled up across the tracks, the railway sheds and substations, the backs of old stone boundary walls and buildings.
underneath the flyover- the columns painted blue
Thursday, May 10, 2012
novels/other worlds
I have spent this last weeks in and out, drowning into otherworlds of amitav ghosh novels. Making myself intensely happy. I read the Sea of Poppies and the Glass palace. Loved the Glass Palace more- with the landscapes of rubber plantation, river, and the konkan. I think because of the surprise at the King of Burma in Ratnagiri and how all those small bits of stories that connect lives and places to larger events. I like this sense of history, time like a river, a huge mass movement but made of the smallest rolls of tiniest bits of gravel, and trickle of rivulet, aquatic beings and everything. I can imagine myself in it a great human history.
sea of poppies got me singing this song
and rufus's new album is more fun, with his humour, mad clamouring music, groovy and gorgeous so many things. after some time, like with madonna, its just love that binds you to some music.
Sunday, May 06, 2012
costumes
some costume/people sightings on the road i havent been able to get out of my head.
boy in striped tshirt on link road
gorgeous hijra actually near lic, but i mixed up the drawing with another image from train
a man in white banian and bellbottoms banian pulled over his belly clean hair tied into ponytail flying in wind returning from work with other boys behind him. he was strutting and the drawing just doesnt manage to make him as alive.
tried again.
tried again.
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