Showing posts with label Ramble. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ramble. Show all posts

Sunday, July 17, 2016

Worn out Xeroxes

The irony of memory is that it is created from scratch with each recall. Hastily slapped together from sensory recollections. Eventually your memory becomes a mere caricature, a glorified shadow of the real thing. And the greater irony is that you'll never know when that happens.

Friday, December 18, 2015

The Mobeus Spirit


What's done is done and has been done for quite a while.
When you don this mantle of creative enterprise your destiny lies in the realm of the 'could be's' and the 'might be's.
That is where you must flow toward and that is where the true battle lies.
Just as your ephemeral muse strums her song to the tune of your imagination,
So should your dreams have an effervescence of the unimaginable that makes you ebb for more.
It is the cost and it is the prize.

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Cosmic Quandries


Roaming in the ancient seas , George the trylobite looks up at the heavenly night sky and ponders about the magnificent cosmos.

What would it feel like to fly into that great vast void above. Would I be able to swim through those beautiful structures. How far will I have to go do you fathom ?I wonder if anyone else is thinking about all this. I wish I could ask them. I wish I could know. What a waste it would be, to not look up and wonder and not try to know.

And just like that,the thought vanishes from his mind. And he swims onward.


photo courtesy : Hubble Space Telescope

Monday, March 2, 2015

For What it's Worth

Dear Comrade,

Our greatest asset is our integrity. Honest integrity armed with conviction. We do not fall victim to the trappings of today , nor are we confined by faith in some preordained destiny.  We are not enticed by wealth or fame nor are we undone by false laurels or patronising equivocation. We  refuse to be dictated to.And we will not give in to the machinery grinding at our heels.

We seek the truth. Truth in all that we feel and all that we do.We sample meaning from our experience, enriched by the lives of those with and before us, filtered through our conscious choices. It is often much like plotting your course through a vast ocean of emptiness. For when we are battling the great waves and the storms and the sharks and the sickness, purpose seems all but a mirage. But in our hearts, we know, that our compasses would always face north. And  when in doubt, we must tell ourselves that we are mariners. Men and women born from this very emptiness.

Voyagers and explorers. Men who refused to kneel when the world refused to budge.


Wednesday, November 5, 2014

A Revenge Story

Light eyed peasant boy, fell by a she-wolf, lay bleeding in the desert sun.
"Water", he whispered into the heat.
A shadow loomed over him.
He heard the chime of a canister.
A few cool drops trickled onto his lips and dribbled over, moistening his parched mouth.
He felt an understanding hand observe the torn flesh.
"Who are you?",he asked feebly.
"Nobody."
"Why.."
"I'll let it bleed.", the stranger cut the boy short.
"No ! please.."
The shadow took away the water from him.
Then whispered into his ear,"I'll let it bleed so that the angst breeds on your open wounds;
 It will fester in your being, colouring your purpose, infesting your resolve.When venom runs in your veins, you will do anything to stay alive."

"Vengeance", he whispered, "will be your ticket out of this world."

Friday, October 17, 2014

In the Melee of our Existence


Drink deep the red of your soul,
And revel in its lusty waves;
Rise up and soak in the radiance of your being,
And breath in the air of your freedom.

Tear down your vain facades,
And take on those naked blows;
Bite into those censoring chains,
And rage against their shadowy grip.

Shatter till you find it in you,
To stand up once again;
To breathe in those precious petals of sorrow,
Doused thick in resentment,
And watch it float away,whithering,
Like scars from a forgotten melee.

Let your song beat to your heart's rhythm;
Let your feet feel the pulse of your earth;
Let it resound, even when you hold down your quiver;
Let it echo, even in the wake of your silence.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Waiting for Daybreak

   Waiting for Daybreak

Sometimes the paint brush runs dry.
And the art stops beating.
Thoughtless sepia canvases lie awake;
Like songs that died on your tongue.

Old paintings are like old friends whom you run into after many years
They just look, smell and taste different.
You never quite know what to do with them.

So I gave her a wash in aquamarine and a breath of the sea,
Laced her up with a simple kiss, and placed her on my wall
And she slapped me back to life.

Sunday, March 16, 2014

In Search of a Dawn

Hello my invisible minnions. I am back at my blog! Albeit for a very 'short' and incoherent rant .


This is a small graduation gift I made for my friend Gaurav Ogale, for his continued awesomeness of existencce. Do check out his insanely interesting delusional conversations with himself at his chai blog. The painting was inspired from a photograph of his. 


Monday, January 6, 2014

OMG


So  I wake up the other day and there is a guy sleeping next to me on my bed.

Friday, September 6, 2013

To All My Teachers



There is a lot I wish I could tell my teachers if I meet them again. Teachers from pre-school, nursery school, school, college and every other walk of life. Many of them I might not meet ever again, even if I do I may not remember their names, many more are faces that float in and out of my reveries and many many more I have, I must confess, I have forgotten. Its a sad thing, but its true.

So on this teachers day, let me just lose myself once again in those memories,let me relive once again those moments that I may only glimpse in my dreams. A small token of love to all my wonderful teachers and for all the goodness they've brought into this world.

Friday, August 23, 2013

Objects


“The most common way people give up their power is by thinking they don’t have any.” ~Alice Walker

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Few things are more distressing than hearing a child say 'I can't..'.

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Freedom of Spirit


“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be?

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Studying Cinema

I came across David Bordwell's website while researching for my final year colloquium paper. He is one of the top authorities on cinema online at the moment and runs the excellent film studies website davidbordwell.net. where he shares his observations on world cinema. His essays on various topics are both in-depth and at the same time quite accessible to all (without needless use of jargon and linguistic gimmickry). Here is one I found particularly insightful.Its about how film study is different from film watching.

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Fortitude


My daily 'slog-blog' is being updated on quite a regular basis these days so do check it out.While 'The Mind-fill' is mainly stuff that fills my mind,'Hardcore Graphite' is more of the blood,sweat and tears side of my daily existence.It documents a lot of the behind the scenes activity (stuff that nobody really cares about,yet matters to me),the hardwork and the daily dose of failures.When the mindfill is my celebration,hardcore graphite is my perseverence.

Take a peak.You might just like.



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"Falling down is how we grow. Staying down is how we die."
--Brian Vaszily

Friday, June 15, 2012

The Puss in Peril


The other day I was walking by the third floor corridor toward the only working water  cooler in the building when I heard a really high pitched agonizingly painful MEOW !! Now there was only one creature I knew who could make a cat cry that bad (one which would make even the other cats go like,"Woah,dude!You've sound like horse  taking a dump with a mammoth  furball up his a-hole!"),and that was that nameless fat white cat that roamed about our insti all day,eating from dumpsters and knocking over paint bottles in the stationary store.Goes without saying,I didnt  have much regard for him,though I did find painting his white butt black with poster paint a rather amusing pass time activity.

So I heard the cries and,well, I was curious as to where the meowing was coming from cos he was nowhere around.And after a few good minutes of looking around I gave up on him and left for  the cooler.But spooky as it may sound the same thing happened the following day and the next.I was beginning to wonder if the cat was getting some kick out of this whole invisibility trick.I even joked to my friend that the bastard was dead and was haunting the third floor.And so I told myself.

Untill this morning.



Monday, December 19, 2011

Thinking of the 3rd Dimension - part 1

Your normal everyday animation-ignorant-man walks up to me one day.
and asks : "So you are doing animation eh?". I nod.

"Its a booming industry I hear!with so many animation schools all over.So what soft wares do you use?".

In a fleeting moment my mind raced through all the points I normally cover while I convince a normal human being about the vastness and scope of animation as a story telling art form,with a special 15 min chapter dedicated just to emphasize the importance of sketching.Then I stopped myself.

"Maya",I replied.

...regardless of what the common man would talk about from that point on,my mind would have already drifted.Wandering,wondering,pondering over the ironic truth in what I had just said.

Autodesk Maya 2011,to be precise,is the 3D software that I have been learning to use for the better part of the last one year.I refrain from saying learning to animate because I am simultaneously attempting to learn Modelling,Texturing,Rigging,Skinning and Lighting in addition to this. (A task so mammoth that even a wooly mammoth would go like, "WHAT THE F#*!".But I digress). Not to mention learning how to cope with the many million issues that this software gives. My college had condemned me to two semesters of compulsory Maya education,which for a pencil loving 2d maniac like me was like a life sentence in Auschwitz.

Anyway here is some stuff from Sem 6 (Jan - March 2011)

Building No:1


Modelling and Texturing of a Decapitated Head




I modeled a Human head based on a live reference.Figured a great deal about texturing and modelling.There are few things more complex than the human head.Learnt that lesson once again.

Human Body Modelling




(Click to see enlarged images.)

My attempt at modelling a real life reference of a human body.Despite its freaky appearance here,barring the abs ,I think it was a fairly decent attempt.Most of these images are all that remains of many months of labour that went into these works.If only I had a better understanding of how to render out good hi res images out of Maya back then..Well, we never ever manage to learn the right things at the right time,do we ?

Anyways,Part 1 ends here.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Watershed reflections

I recently came across some student projects by some of the great animators out there in the industry today.Its a weird feeling when you see the work of these people,whom you had always looked upto for inspiration ,and see what they had done so many years back, when they were your age.To see the kind of experiments they did and the level of perfection they sought in their creations.The first ever animations and student films or the first ever time a soon to be claymation giant made a film in clay....

Once the awe and admiration dies down a bit,you slowly turn your gaze inward.A question slowly floats down and settles on your heart,"What have I been doing all this while?".The self pity that follows is countered only by your mind trying to logically find an explanation for your ineptitude for all these years.Your mind argues and blames all the counterproductive circumstances you had to live through trying to pursue this career.
'I mean,its not like i didnt do anything,right?'.

Cut the crap.Being an animator in India is hard.Damn straight f!@ckin hard.And if you've decided to become one, you darn well have to learn to live with it.

As an artist you gotta be intensely honest to yourself.Not that you lie to yourself otherwise on a regular basis.But am sure we all know there is a huge difference between lying to yourself and not being entirely honest with yourself.When you become absolutely honest with yourself you become an embodiment of all those ideals and convictions that you stand for.You come to realize that your actions and thoughts have meaning in this world(or you find meanings for them) and that you are not at anyone's mercy,if you chose not to be.This almost always means that some people would end up liking you and some would end up loathing you.

No matter what we believe in we always have our justifications for them.(And you SHOULD be able to justify them). Only then would 'it' start flowing out from within you and make itself seen in your work.And for an artist that 'it' is everything.

From what I've gathered in all these years of running around in a design college and otherwise,there is just one absolute truth that rings true for any thing you pursue in life.A simple straight forward law.Tried and tested and never failed
- 'The more you do something the better you get at it'.

Its a universal law!Something you know for sure works!Just find what you enjoy doing and keep at it.Eventually you'll get good at it.Don't bother thinking about those prodigious talents out there and all those who had lady luck shine on them all too often in their lives.Skip it.Focus.Remember the "spend 10,000hrs on it to become world class" theory.And indulge in your artistic pursuit.

I know it aint easy,but think of it this way.Imagine this line as the premise of your life's story.'The more you do what you love the better you get at it'.Everything else is built around it.From fame and fortune down to keeping your family happy,everything will happen.Believe in it and just keep at it.Now you decide what should remain in your life's script and what should be chucked.Which character needs developing and which needs pruning.If it goes with your premise retain it,else remove it.

When your reel ends lets see how the film plays out.Hopefully it will all turn out to be a fairy tale.