”I never thought in my life that my favorite God and shloka will be painted on my wall so beautifully. I invited you because a close friend referred you. Never expected you to paint such beautiful piece of art….though I have read your blogs.” That was the reaction of Malini Adiga of Kundapur when we[…]
रवि और काशा के के घर में सूरज और पेड़ ही बनना था. हालांकि ये ख्याल पेंटिंग पूरा होने के बाद आया है. रवि का एक और अर्थ सूरज होता है और काशा वियज़बिस्का का सरनेम पेड़ से जुड़ा है. लेकिन ये बातें जेहन में पेंटिंग बनाने के बाद आई हैं शायद तभी कहते हैं[…]
Goa was our holiday destination but we ended up painting in a 200 year old Portuguese house there. It was all unplanned. Someone referred us to Ravi and Kasia. Neither we nor they were sure whether the painting was going to happen or not. We had a small chat on phone and decided to meet[…]
”अबी तो मेरे को घर नय है. जबी मेरा घर होगा तो मैं बुलाएगी तेरे को. खाना भी खिलाएगी. घुमाएगी भी. मेरे घर में भी पेंटिंग करने का.” वंदना काम वाली बाई है लेकिन दीवार पर बनती हुई बुद्ध की पेंटिंग को देखकर उसने हमसे यही बात कही. आम तौर पर समझा जाता है कि[…]
The moment we entered in their house we sensed the serenity and vastness of that of Himalayas. There was a couple standing with parental smiles on their face to welcome us. Tara (Mohanan) aunty and (KP) Mohanan uncle: the celebrated linguist couple welcomed us in their home with open heart. We instantly fell in love[…]
The Sun is bright today. welcome February. A month for the high activity of Art (at least in Delhi). India Art fair on the way and many collateral art events all over the month. Newspapers fill with the graffiti artist’s exhibits in the nearby area. In such happening times we are a bit anxious[…]
हमारे इस ब्लॉग को पढ़ने और हमें अपने घर आमंत्रित करने की इच्छा रखने वाले कुछ लोगों ने शंकाएं जताई हैं कि वो पेंट नहीं कर सकते. ब्रश नहीं पकड़ सकते. इसलिए हम आज शेयर कर रहे हैं अपने एक मित्र अविनाश कुमार चंचल का अनुभव जिन्होंने MAG-Meenakshi Art Gallery के साथ पेंटिंग की थी[…]
It was one of those wishes you write in your diary- ‘I will travel the world before I die’. I wrote it at least ten times in last ten years. I could have traveled but idea of traveling without any purpose always terrified me. What if I get bored in the middle of the journey?[…]
“Where is the Tree didi? When will it grow?” Rani was constantly asking the question. A five year old girl- daughter of a construction labourer, was deeply involved in the art piece I was trying to make with a group of children. If you want to know more about Meenakshi Jha and Jey Sushil Working[…]
As I entered the big hall, it looked like a classroom without a teacher. More than thirty people were in the hall. There were huge desks where artists were working, contemplating and creating their respective art-pieces. Everyone seemed engrossed in their work. I was looking for Meenakshi who was also a participant in the Young[…]
The moment he saw us, he came galloping to us like a horse. It was the moment of joy to see an old buddy. He was Tarun. We studied together in Class XI and XII. We were meeting after almost a gap of ten years. MAG on the Move: MUMBAI After the school we went[…]
The balcony panel at Versova flat of Pankaj and ShradhaIt was during one of those romantic bullet rides, when Meenakshi whispered in my ears- “can we travel the world on the bullet?”. And I replied- “I can drive, you can paint”. “And you also write about it”, said Meenakshi without any pause. I left the[…]