When we have great hosts we end up painting more. That’s what happened in Amnour village of Vaishali. so this blog will have more pictures and endless pleasure we had in the rural setting. The work in Amnour started with Meenakshi arranging and mixing the colors. Next Jey had to help kids to prepare for[…]
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[…]
अगर हम अंग्रेज़ होते तो लिखते कि Travelling to the most notorious part of India, which is Bihar. लेकिन हम अभी अंग्रेज़ नहीं हुए हैं तो कहना ये है कि इस बार यात्रा बिहार और झारखंड की है. जो हम दोनों के लिए जड़ों की ओर लौटने जैसा है. झारखंड-बिहार की यात्रा को लेकर डरे[…]
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[…]
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[…]
We were not exactly excited by the offer to paint in the Dasna jail with the prisoners. We were nervous, sceptical and worried about what is going to happen. Jey was tense as he didn’t want this to happen like a media managed PR event where media gets a limited access to prisoners and all[…]
They were quite……obedient…and sharp. They listened what we had to say in rapt attention. They were kids from very poor backgrounds. Many of them have been rescued as child laborers. Many of them still work as laborers in small shops, factories and in their homes stitching clothes, making doormats, spinning threads and all those works which[…]
Jey and Meenakshi used the block prints for the first time in their murals. It was innovative and intriguing for art lovers to make imprints on the wall. Priyamvad is a comrade who can sketch beautifully.The moment we entered their home, we saw Pash’s poems and sketches by Priyamvad. We asked and got to know[…]
अक्सर ही कोई बुलाता है…अपने घर…याद नहींं प्रियंवद ने कैसे बुलाया था…पर इतना याद है कि फोन पर बात करते समय प्रियंवद संयत और अत्यंत मधुर लगे थे….बात कैसे बढ़ी ये भी याद नहींं..लेकिन पहुंच गए थे हम पेंटिंग करने…..हम अपना अनुभव इस ब्लॉग के बाद साझा करेंगे लेकिन पहले प्रियंंवद और विभावरी ने जो[…]
The message was simple, ‘I saw your work. its really good. Can you guys come and paint at our learning centre in Shahpur Jat.’ Jey replied, ‘If you guys work with kids, then why not, but let me ask Meenakshi first.’ Within three days of this conversation on Facebook we landed up in a flat[…]
This time the blog has been written by the Green Bullet himself. Read a bullet’s Perspective on Artologue.
Artologue will be on yet another long trip in next few months. The plans are in the process but in the meanwhile we want to share something else with you all. Of course it is about art and the process of art. Artists do not work in void, they are also part and parcel of[…]
We never thought that the journey of Artologue will be covered by newspapers but it did. After The Hindu : Art for People’s Sake, It was the well known magazine FEMINA which did a five page photo essay on our Artologue journey. These kind of coverage affirms our belief that Art is for all. Everyone[…]
‘‘I wanted to marry the most beautiful women and I did marry the most beautiful one in the college.’’ Sudesh Gupta loves beauty and that was his only condition for marriage. It was 1978 when background of the family mattered the most in the matters of marriage. In those times marriages were said to be[…]
Time doesn’t pass. It flies. 46 days passed since we came back from our Bullet Trip to South India. We miss paintings on walls, chat with strangers, the beautiful roads we travelled and the friends we made in just few days. We wanted to travel and paint till we die but bread and butter needed[…]
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[…]
“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[…]