The artist is taciturn, he’s subtle, he’s monochromaticWhy doesn’t the artist speak?The artist speaks, of course, he does He speaks, he shouts, he sings, he cries, he bellows, he laughs, he mocks, he questions, he answers The artist speaks through his artThe art is loud, it’s bold, it’s jarringThe art says more than words, spoken […]
My father is the sandHe keeps nothingHe erases everythingHe records no memory of my folliesHe washes away all my fears My mother is the seaShe leaves nothingShe dissolves everythingShe buries every memory of my painShe embraces all my flaws The shore is where they meetOne builds me up tall and strongGrounded and self-assuredOne scatters me […]
I was recently asked this question in response to a late-night AMA on Instagram. (Thanks to Studio Esterra for this prompt!) Isn’t this is ultimate chicken-or-egg question? You need clients to build a portfolio, and a portfolio to attract clients… or is there another way? My answer’s gonna be a long one… (And it may […]
“Be like water” ~Bruce Lee Under strict police crackdown of peaceful protests around the country, to express our disagreement with discriminatory legislation, the people of India began to self-organize pop-up flash protests, in which we flow like water, resilient, impossible to grasp, yet indomitable and life-affirming. Be like smoke. Blow. Blow into eyes and make […]
I fall asleep in one town I wake up in the next I have no home to call my own My mind: it knows no rest My thoughts: now scattered, now formative I’m filled with wanderlust You hear my footfalls in the night Kicking up the dust
A collection of impromptu captures of backs of trucks and carrier autos transporting different types of goods around Hyderabad, documented on Instagram.
Originally published in the November 2018 issue of Indian Architect & Builder magazine, as part of their series on “The Future of Architecture.”
The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, but expecting different results. ~Not Albert Einstein, but someone smart, probably We are stuck in a pandemic time loop, it feels like. Every year, the same events repeat, without much of a difference. Festivals, rallies, the alarming spread of COVID-19, lockdown, stranded […]
It was the end of the work day in late September. Our team was still remote after the lockdown reopened, but I worked in the studio from time to time. I was sitting in my chair with my feet up on my desk, enjoying the rain pouring outside my window. After a while, the sound […]
Graphical interpretation of poetry in ink drawings for #inktober
Takbir Fatima II 