By Janice Rodrigues
One could say that talent — and a love for art — run in Sandesh S. Rangnekar’s family. But it’s not love for just any kind of art either; it’s for the kind found in the most unusual places. Sandesh’s father, artist Sadashiv G Rangnekar, was skilled in carving patterns into cuttlefish bone and creating rangolis on water. He was also well-versed in everything from oil painting to sculpture-making to embroidery. So, when Sandesh was younger, he took every opportunity he got to, forgive the pun, take a leaf out of his father’s book. Continue reading Keeping up the ancient art form of leaf drawings
By Sujata Assomull
As someone who writes about fashion, design and occasionally art, I often wonder what being a good revivalist is about. All the disciplines that I write about are based on craft and tradition. Unless a tradition is kept relevant, it dies. We keep alive the story of human life. Through these legacies and expressions of history, we provide a link to our roots — this is the importance of craft traditions. To remain relevant, you need to be innovative. And how do you make craft cutting edge, and yet stay true to the art form? Continue reading Paintings hung at the back have now moved up front
By Minal Vazirani
Looking out at the crowded New York street, the hurried columns of pedestrians dressed in grey and blue seemed to shift the city structures with their frenetic pace, while I sat — trying to be patient — for what I knew would be a thoughtful response. I was with Ram Kumar discussing his work and what altered his perception as he removed figuration from his displaced landscapes in Benaras. After a long pause, he finally smiled at me and said, quietly and confidently, “It’s what I think and imagine and then how I translate it.” He defined his painting process in simple terms, but it spoke volumes about him as a person. It was about beginning with the first glance and perception, expanding with creativity and ultimately finishing with the lyrical nuances only a poet like Kumar could infuse into his work. Continue reading A passion for landscape, poetry and what forms an inner life
By Bikram Vohra
The first comic I read was Little Lulu. Then there was Tom and Jerry. And the Disney gang led by Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck. Also popular was The Road Runner and Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck. And if comic strips were included, Peanuts and Snoopy would win hands down. Our comic collections were prized like bitcoins.
Continue reading Archie ‘coms’ stood out for me, then spaceships descended
By Nivriti Butalia
I like Batman. And Robin’s a lark. But I don’t do the whole Marvel and DC comics thing. I’m not sure of the difference between X-Men and The Watchmen. Tell me, is it that The Watchmen is the movie with yellow posters or a yellow typeface with people wearing severe expressions? I can’t remember which wretched soul arm twisted me into lending my company for that film.
Continue reading Charlie Brown’s gentle humour was my antidote to sarcasm
By Suresh Pattali
In the golden age preceding the invention of the internet and the smartphone, Indians typically woke up in the morning listening to a cacophony of birds, interlaced with All India Radio’s (Akashvani) signature caller tune. Radio was our only window to the outside world, apart from a bunch of newspapers and magazines. That Akashvani melody based on raga Shivaranjini, composed in 1936 by Walter Kaufmann, a Jewish refugee living in India, energised hundreds of millions of people taking a plunge into the hustle and bustle of daily life. We savoured the Akashvani news with breakfast.
Continue reading These siblings were Tom and Jerry for an entire generation
By Keith Pereña
You can tell who a person is by his or her interests. Interests are insight, unspoken introductions. And for the socially awkward, we’ve come up with ways to make this more efficient. Case in point, I’d like to introduce myself using a film — Back to the Future. Continue reading Can’t help my thing for cars, guitars and time machines