From the studio: The week of intention

I started 2020 with a big resolve and ambition. To not overthink and just create indiscriminately. At the beginning of the year, I was able to blog for 15 odd days when the reality of Covid hit all of us — indiscriminately.

For the longest part of the initial months of lockdown, I was turbocharged into the black hole of domestic work and just trying to survive with my cooking. I saw with my eyes, dust settling in crevices that I turned a blind eye to, some cob webs getting larger and small hillocks of dishes and unironed clothes got bigger.

Now, it is almost the end of this year and I wanted to pick up the pieces again and hobble along.

This is what happened in the studio this week:

  • My endometriosis flared up along with a continuation of the flu. I got tested for Covid-19 and while the test came negative, the healthcare worker conducting the test drove the swab so deep that it hit a nerve behind my eye and there was an additional eye to nurse along with my broken body. It was difficult sitting down for more than 20 minutes at a stretch, it was difficult walking, back and knee were sore and my spirits were really rock bottom.

    Its when I am completely down and about, there wakes up a part of me that wants to rebel against my own body. I usually crash early and wake up early and head straight to the studio table. This collage is a product of that rebellion.

  • Watched HillBilly Elegy - a movie based on a book I wanted to read but just didn’t get the time. The performances shook me and I did move back and forth from my childhood to the present moment.

  • Also binged on Dash and Lily. Am I ashamed of binging on teenage romance? Never!

  • I have been reading Lust for Life, a biographical novel written in 1934 by Irving Stone on the life of Vincent Van Gogh. I have a very battered copy of it and some of the pages keep jumping out of the binding no matter how delicately I handle the book. I find the writing lucid and find it hard to not daydream about the time when Vincent wasn’t the most famous Van Gogh.

  • This week, I worked on an original drawing of an attention map made with my own words. After drawing a lot with other (wiser) people’s words, writing my own was fun.

  • To end, I am attaching a few pictures of another sketchbook where I spent most of 21st November with.

About the ‘From the Studio’

This is a letter that I intend to publish every Sunday. My wish is not only to look backwards in reflection but to use the reflection as a guiding principle for the next week. I am impacted by influences every moment of the day — literature, spoken word, cinema, fellow humans and my work. I am hoping to use this space as the vessel to share all the beauty I found in the world that week.

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Days 20-31: Being in the belly of the whale

Every day, at 9 PM sharp, my feet start losing sensation and my hands start losing any will to work. In the last ten days, I have carried on, absorbing my own chaos and matching it with the world’s.

Suddenly, April looks dangerously different. Suddenly, life looks dangerously precarious.

I read this piece by Dan Albergotti

Things to do in the belly of the whale

Measure the walls. Count the ribs. Notch the long days.
Look up for blue sky through the spout. Make small fires
with the broken hulls of fishing boats. Practice smoke signals.
Call old friends, and listen for echoes of distant voices.
Organize your calendar. Dream of the beach. Look each way
for the dim glow of light. Work on your reports. Review
each of your life's ten million choices. Endure moments
of self-loathing. Find the evidence of those before you.
Destroy it. Try to be very quiet, and listen for the sound
of gears and moving water. Listen for the sound of your heart.
Be thankful that you are here, swallowed with all hope,
where you can rest and wait. Be nostalgic. Think of all
the things you did and could have done. Remember
treading water in the center of the still night sea, your toes
pointing again and again down, down into the black depths.

"Things to Do in the Belly of the Whale" by Dan Albergotti from The Boatloads.© BOA Editions, Ltd., 2008.

I am trying to do everything you said and a little bit more.

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Day 11-19 Eight days of looking back at myself

Have you seen Jojo Rabbit?

Elsa, the Jewish girl is hiding in a cupboard. The cupboard is dark and stinky. She is separated from her family and her love. Perhaps, she has lost her family and with the spite and anger diverted at her community, she is living through a loss that is almost unimaginably suffocating.

She is but a teenage girl, in the prime of her life and the world around her is crumbling down to pieces she can’t pick and make sense of.

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Children assume love to be the default mode of the world around them - their mothers loved them enough to not let them die of negligence and their fathers loved them enough to be around as an additional care taker and this normalcy of feeling, when tested tears to shreds the model of the world they’ve been weaving all along. Hate must literally destroy our cells, I believe. Was it destroying Elsa’s cells too?

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When you can’t hold onto anything, what do you hold onto?

Hold onto that thought. Being stuck at home isn’t the best thing to happen for me in the last one week - and in between work, cooking, washing dishes and washing more dishes, I am more irritable and tired as usual. It was surprising when I started looking back at my selfies from two years back.

It seemed a distance of a lifetime had to be crossed between that girl and the woman I am now. I seemed to be holding onto dear life - and barely so. I decided to walk the steps of these two years to meet her again - between today and that day. To hold onto her.

This is how the meeting went.

Day 4-10 Six days of drawing and collecting shiny confetti from the universe

A week flew by in the haze of news of Corona virus infecting the world’s blood streams. Fortunately, I was able to snatch enough time during my days to put my pen to paper everyday to make something that came from a deeper place.

I’ll be putting up some of the completed drawings up on the home page directly. Here are seven drawings I made in the last five days.

There is a story about a shiny confetti in this post.

During travels, it is impossible to pack along a long list of stationary items. I have also observed a long list of stationary items, even if packed, are instead a hinderance to creating something in pockets of time one gets while travelling.

In order to invoke the merciful goddess of creativity-under-constraints, I only packed a black notebook, two white ink pens, an adhesive tape and a glue stick.

On the first day of my stay while walking to the beach, I saw amongst the organic debris of twigs, dried leaves and tree bark, a shiny glittery coin shaped object bouncing off the Goan sunlight. I looked closely to confirm that it was a piece of shiny confetti that must have floated off by the wind and deposited in this absolutely random point. I thought to myself, oh, it’ll fly off by the time I am back - the wind will take it off and I’ll never see it again.

That didn’t happen.

I saw it wedged firmly on the sand the next day too. This time, I picked it up considering it a bright, shiny, glittery gift from the universe - a gift for my sketchbook. I pasted it on one of the pages and admired how it reflected the light as it sat firmly on my sketchbook.

Guess what happened the next day?

As I walked to the beach with my sketchbook and stationary pouch, I saw another one of this confetti landed just a few inches from where I found its sister the other day. I looked at, smiled and picked it up to paste it on another drawing.

The next day, I found another one, another one the day after that and another one the day after that!

For everyday I drew, I found this confetti waiting for me to pick it up, to be stuck along nicely in one of the drawings.

Today, as I checked out and walked towards the exit, guess what I found! Two confetti circles this time! Locked up in the same position, reflecting the Goan sunlight, hidden enough from the prying eyes of kids yet visible enough for my peering eyes.

Those two drawings are yet to be made. I’ll update this set of drawings here as a notebook.

Thank you universe, for sending me a reminder of a treasure everyday can hold — only if I look closely and have the courage to claim it for myself.

Day 2+3/366 Balacing stones and painted beads

I saw a video about balancing stones first from Jonna Jinton - a Swedish photographer and artist who moved to a small village in Sweden that has 10 inhabitants. I have spent quite a many evenings after work and quite a many mornings with her videos getting inspired by her.

I have a small collection of stones of interesting shapes and colours from different beaches I’ve visited. They’ve been wrapped in various bags and kept in the recesses of various drawers so far. I decided to revisit them and see if I could change their form into something else.

So I did. Used a few drops of a fast glue and made these three tiny sculptures mimicking balacing stones.

On day three, I dusted my collection of wooden beads that I was quite fascinated with some years ago and decided to paint them to make necklaces. Turns out, I still enjoy the process of painting those beads tremendously. Sadly, I didn’t have any string to string them on and had to steal from the burlap string that my cat plays with (Sorry Orbit :P)

I have a feeling I’m going to go in the rabbit hole of making these necklaces again!

Now, I have to rack my brains on what to make for today! Off I go :)

Day 1/366 Embroidery Loop

I am sitting in the lotus position today, dutifully reporting on the first day of the Year of the maker rat. Before I start the day’s reportage, I just happened to browse through the Julie/Julia project to make a comparison of our projects (You’ll know me through this, I am competitive in weirdest of ways)

Julie Powell started on a similar project of cooking through 524 recipes in 365 days! Considering I’ve picked a similar number, I realise how utterly daunting this task is - however, I also am able to drive some strength from the fact that Julie was indeed able to finish her project.

What is harder? Making 524 recipes or making 500 arty things? We’ll only know with time.

For now, I call upon the compassion of this mother of yearly projects to bless me with the strength and tons and tons of ideas to make!

Now for the reporting, yesterday, I finished making this embroidery loop. I had started working on this over the last weekend and this was left unfinished when I squeezed a trip to Delhi and back. In the evening though, as I was surrounded by friends passing on information on the newest vegan protein powders, my hands kept moving in a state of trance to finish this piece.

* Year of the maker rat *

For reasons completely inappropriate to mention here - I have thought of making 500 art things this year. In any shape or form! Also, to be completely open hearted and sending them off in the world (hopefully not dispatch it to my mom).

I am known to myself as the girl who is extremely fond of keeping lofty goals and then kind of scoring a 60-70% - which she then justifies as failing honorably than not starting at all.

I have no clue how on earth have I got this insane 500 number! If this year ends the same time next year, I have 366 days (leap year yay!) to make 500 art things.

Knowing very well in advance of my historical failures in keeping up with these resolutions on social media, I have decided to just keep writing here (because no one is going to be reading my blog) and if I indeed realise the utter stupidity of this venture, I can crawl here one late night and delete the half baked 2.5 posts I would have posted.

It is 2020, the year of the metal rat - in the spirit of adhering to the theme, let’s call it the year of the maker rat - shall we?

Dubai Diary

Alo readers!

Last month, Wingify, where I work as a culture designer, took everyone (~170 people) on our annual 3 nights, 4 day vacation to Dubai. Since I was responsible for planning the entire trip and ensuring that everyone has an amazing time, it was less of a vacation for me and more of living a partial panic attack, but we made it back! yay! 

There were tons of people for whom this was the first international trip and seeing their smiles as they got their passports stamped for the first time was the warmest feeling ever! 

One of the moments firmly etched in my mind is of the first day when the music stopped playing on our Dhow and we were gently floating on the marina as the evening prayers rolled in from the nearby mosque. 

One could hear faint chatter but mostly the water rappling along and it was a sight to see. 

Floating on the Dubai marina on a dhow as the evening prayers roll in.

Although I haven't done travel sketching before, I was eager to try this time. So I took a cute notebook and some colours along. These are some of the dispatches from the trip and some pages of my diary that I managed to work on during the trip. 

We had our eyes set on Kinokuniya, a bookstore in Dubai mall and I specifically wanted a large roll of good black paper and was hoping to return back with a lot of colour sets and stationary. However, their stationary was sealed mostly and there were no pens and colours for trial. Even the sketchbooks were sealed and I couldn't touch and feel the paper. 

So I was more cautious than I would've been and hauled back these ones! 

Dubai Stationary Haul

There weren't a lot of pictures I clicked as I was busy sketching wherever we got some time to ourselves. But hey, no complaints! I was awake till 2-3 AM on most nights of the trip and that itself deserves a victory pat on the back :) 

Till next time!