Harmony of Smiles and Colors

As a student studying in an international school in Delhi, Mee faced tough times when her parents could not pay the school fees on time. Her father was adamant on providing us good English education inspite of his humble financial condition. Little did he know that it was equally tough for Mee to keep up[…]

The artwork made of memories/objects

#ProjectMemory is an ongoing artwork where we collect memory (in the form of objects) from common people and make an artwork combining all of them. Collecting objects has been a fascination for Jey (Jey Sushil) and fabrics are a favourite prop for Mee (Meenakshi J.) to do any artwork. These tow passions of Mee and[…]

The couple who fell in love through letters

It was a meeting which was rescheduled many times and a distance of around 40 kilometres took us more than a year to cover. Alka Kaushik, who came to know about Artologue through Facebook and Abhinav Singh invited us long back but since Alka is also a traveller, we couldn’t match a date to meet.[…]

The Daltons at 404 Andheri

It was some random Facebook post which got us connected. Jey doesn’t even remember the post but he vividly remembers that Sriram said something which Jey could relate easily. Jey came home and told Meenakshi, ‘Do you know there is always a connection with people. you know that Jharkhand feeling.’ Meenakshi smiled and said, ‘seems[…]

Starry Hills with Fishes in Spring Halls

“Here comes the hippies……”. That was the welcoming comment we received when we entered Frank’s home in Gunehar, a village on the mountains of Himachal Pradesh, somewhere near the Bir-Billing, that is probably the only place in India where you can paraglide. We were not there to paraglide but to participate in the ongoing conceptual[…]

The Benares couple…

You may remember the story of the Benares couple. If not read it here. In short : few months back we were invited by someone in Benares. They got to know about us through Facebook. We met them and got to know their heart-wrenching love story. We are not going to narrate it again here[…]

Quake to Colors…

Nagore village was nearly razed to dust in the 2001 earthquake in Gujarat, India. A primarily farmers’ village, within 15kms distance from Bhuj, this village had little to hold on to. All houses were down and barely any schools survived the quake. The village was thrown into an obscure darkness of poverty, illiteracy, unemployment and[…]

Opening more Openings…for art

Journey to Jaisalmer was a memorable ride. Fantastic broad roads, bright sun, deep blue clear sky and sandy soil occasionally dotted with mustered farms. Many a time Jey had to stop on road abruptly. No …there were no traffic lights but large herds of sheep, families of Neel Gai, pair of camels or peacocks were[…]

The Quiet Arty Family

In last few years, Jey has been talking to many people on Facebook. Many people invite us for the painting project and it is Jey’s task to talk to the hosts and decide about the stay. Our host in Bhuj was fixed through Facebook only. Actually our host Sanjay Thacker shared his photos from Rann[…]

Artist’s Profile : Meenakshi J.

During our Travels and exhibitions , people often asked for the profile of  Meenakshi, so here I am sharing my portfolio which includes my studio and community art works. Each image is a representation of different series of works done in recent few years. Some of them have been exhibited and some are sold. Rainbow[…]

Lodarwa: Red Sun & Orange moon

“Who all are there in your family?”, Meenakshi asked just before entering the house of our host Sumer in Lodrawa, Jaisalmer. “…..My parents, my two elder brothers, their wives and two nephews.” “Ok”. We rode 20 kms away from Jaisalmer city to reach this village. For these 20 kms we experience desert in true sense;[…]

The Elephant and the Specs…

Desert Safari was an idea fascinated us for many years. The invitation by a friend from Bhuj helped us in making the decision to take a trip from Delh to Bhuj via Rajasthan. With our new 500 cc Bullet Kesaria, we started the journey in which first stop was Jhunjhunu where we painted in a[…]

The Colorful Toilets….

A proposal to paint in tribal lands was like a dream call. Jey instantly agreed to accompany me as his heart lies in the hills and homes of tribals of Jharkhand. Love for tribal land is common between us. In fact the tribal life stories played a major role in bringing us together. For me[…]

The tale of half a heart

एक शहर था..जिसमें दो डॉक्टर रहते थे……..पता नहीं कैसे दोनों में प्रेम हुआ….शायद दोनों के दोस्तों ने एक दूसरे को मिलाया…फिर मां बाप मिले और प्रेम हो गया….लड़का सांवला…सलोना सा लड़की गोरी चिट्टी …..जैसी फिल्मों में होती है.. प्रेम कुछ महीने चला…गंगा के घाट पर, रेस्तरां में….आपरेशन थिएटर में….फिर शादी हो गई…. फिर पता नहीं[…]

Children of God…in Artologue

For the first time, we were nervous. It is difficult to explain the rush of mixed emotion when we reached the Srijan Help, a school for ‘special’ children. They greeted us with hearty smiles, warm shake-hands, curious looks and shyness. Initially talking to them looked like a difficult task but that was not because a[…]

From messed up wall to a beautiful painting….

Ayush was not shy exactly but he was reluctant to ask the question publicly. Jey had just made an offer to the kids that they can ask him anything. Ayush came to him and took him to the stairs and asked the pertinent question going on in almost every kid’s mind, ‘How to tackle the[…]

गोलियां, बंदूक और रंग…ये जहानाबाद है.

जहानाबाद भी चलना है. बहुत ही गरीब बच्चे वहां आप दोनों का इंतज़ार कर रहे हैं. हमारे मित्र निराला जी ने जब जहानाबाद का नाम लिया तो हमारी पहली प्रतिक्रिया थी कि जहानाबाद तो नक्सली इलाक़ा है और दूर भी होगा न पटना से उन्होंने कहा नहीं नहीं बगल में ही है. वाकई सिर्फ पचास[…]

World through pillion rider’s eyes

As we are starting a new journey of artologue, Meenakshi Jey is taking you through another world. A world seen by a Pillion rider. You must have read the world of a rider, a motorcycle but this is the world of a pillion rider, her perils, her problems and her enjoyments. Travelling, that now seems[…]

जेल के करतब और कलाकार होने का अनुभव

हमारी हरी बुलेट डासना जेल के गेट पर रुकने ही वाली थी कि सिपाही ने डपटा, ‘इधर किधर जाय रहे हो.’  हमने कहा जेलर साब ने बुलाया है. पूछताछ हुई. बड़ा सा ताला खुला. मोबाइल फोन जब्त किए गए. बैग ले लिया गया और हाथों में लगाया गया स्टांप. जैसे डिस्को वगैरह में जाने पर[…]

Moments make you what you are…

Dasna jail broke all the myths we had about a jail. Actually till now, we had seen jails only in films. We expected the scenes of dreaded criminals, bad food, stern jailers beating the prisoners and barracks overflowing with shit. Contrary to that, we found a very neat and clean jail campus where bad elements[…]