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Seeker of light. Gatherer of shadows. Collector of moments.
Somedays, you’re so tired that you leave parts of yourself behind, and when you come back to collect your dismembered bits, you don’t remember where to begin. Somedays, you’re so lonely that you befriend shadows and reflections, unaware that both would cease to exist without the essence of light. Somedays, life feels like a smoke engulfed empty bar, crowded with deserted tables, fading music, upturned chairs, and half-eaten, leftover morsels upon chipped porcelain plates.
Somedays, you search for the elusive words that keep you gazing at the blank page like those staring at the sun, waiting for the eclipse. Somedays, you're the amnesic painter who forgot that his tired canvas is waiting beside a table filled with gnarled tubes carrying dry paint. Somedays, you don’t know what’s wearier ~ the weight of your heart or its incessant beating… Somedays, love feels like a losing game; even if you’ve fought hard and won, something inside you feels broken and defeated.
Somedays, nothing comes to your rescue, jazz, poetry, nicotine, nor wine; all you do is waltz upon that rickety raft, clasped with your memories, ghosts of your past. Like Inarritu says, we are also what we have lost. Somedays, it's hard to remember how much you’ve forgotten; faces drawn with a wisp of smoke, the embers still warm. Someday’s thoughts lie unattended and rotting as food for hungry ants, waiting to devour upon your fruit.
Somedays, you wait for the day to get over for a new one to begin without realizing that life is often a song playing in a loop without an interlude. Somedays, all you want to do is let your fingers bleed on the typewriter, knowing that everything will eventually turn to dust ~ bones, petals, and blood. Somedays, all your understanding, wisdom, perception, and beliefs feel like the thinnest defense that you’ll have against the onslaught of truth. Somedays, you know nothing could save you, and it doesn’t matter if it’s Cohen’s blue raincoat or Cave’s arms.
Visual artist who works at the fluid intersection of arts, culture, media, communication and self-reflection. His theoretical interests are also wide, often inquiring about the roots and fundamentals of art history, storytelling, and philosophy.
If there’s anything that I have stolen from my grandmother’s shelf of knick-knacks is a spoonful of pickle and some sweet and sour sarcasm. And yes, thanks to that I landed a job as a writer in a magazine.
You wear a saree only when you become a woman.” It sounds like a sentimentally wise thing to say, but let me break it down to you. In other words, it also meant, “When you’re ripe enough for the marriage market.”
Chilean poet and featuring artist at the Kochi Muziris Biennale 2016 on the possibility of an artistic response to the human crises of our time, including the refugee crisis surrounding the conflict in Syria. The sea, which became a grave for hundreds of people, including children.
Theyyam is a vibrant and colourful form of ritualistic worship that is deeply rooted in the culture and traditions of Kerala, India. This living tradition involves elaborate rituals, music, dance, and vibrant costumes that bring to life the divine spirits being invoked.
A new beginning is always infused with hope. Life is full of moments that we believe to be beginnings only because of the presence of hope. A physical symbol of these moments of hope is the flower. The films attempts to capture the emotion of these beginnings.
Dravidian Catharsis is the fruit of this deep immersion in the culture, the theatre, the traditions, and the soul of this mythological universe of the Tamil people. The powerful presences of spirits and living gods are embodied under masks.
Legend says that somewhere deep in the forest of the Himalayas is a strange bird that lays psychedelic eggs. Eating them will give you highly vivid hallucinations. The indigenous shamans believe that these visions are from your past life.
Ryuichi Sakamoto passed away this year on 28th March leaving behind a legacy of innumerable musical compositions that'll keep him alive in countless hearts across the world. However, I'll always be haunted by the fact that I couldn't let him know that I'm still alive because of his music along with many more.
Search for the questions to the answers written on the skin...and i asked. am i connected to the deep inside you? with the invisible roots from the layered skin of you? all the energy you transfer to the heart of your thoughts?i asked again am i still connected?
01: Ayurveda in Travancore Kingdom
If you expect stories which starts: Once upon a time, there was a princess... stop reading. Her Highness Princess Gouri Parvathi Bayi of the Travancore Royal Family will introduce us very modern and open minded view on today's Kerala society and ayurveda.
Stories of communities about origin, spread and apocalypse being presented through episodic memories, narrative and visual texts, travel writings, murals, divine objects, church paintings, and songs provide a dense and myriad repository of historical and artistic imagination.
IN OUR VEINS FLOW INK AND FIRE
This edition of the KMB 2022 embodies the joy of experiencing practices of divergent sensibilities, under conditions both joyful and grim. There is optimism even in the darkest absurdity, and this is what leavens the direness of our time.
KR Sunil goes beyond his frames to explore and discover soulful human stories. In this journey, he pursues a long forgotten life, that of a Tamil boy who endured the worst in a journey to Kerala. As the World Cup fever peaks, here is a story.
Presenting to you the most exciting project that we have worked on this year! A short film shot entirely on phone, this project has been a dream & after a lot of anticipation & hard work from all of us here, we are super duper excited to finally bring this to you!
Nitesh Noor Mohanty is a visual artist who works at the fluid intersection of arts, culture, communication, media and self-reflection. His theoretical interests are also wide, often inquiring about the roots and fundamentals of art history, storytelling, and philosophy.
Life & Times of Amrita Sher-Gil
Amrita Sher-Gil, considered the mother of Indian modern painting, became known as the Indian Frida Kahlo. With her paintbrush she explored the sadness felt by people, especially women, in 1930s India, giving voice and validity to their experiences.
