Illustration Friday : Clandestine

I guess I know what the word 'clandestine' means...I don't know if this is clandestine enough though. Its got a little story.

Sniffly elf worked in santa's factory all day making little toys. He was tired and depressed. 'And wretched Santa takes all the credit anyway. U N F A I R !' he said to himself. And just when life couldn't get worse, he realised there were these nasty deep, dark pits under his eyes. 'O h m y g o o d y g o o d n e s s !', he exclaimed. Shocked and in despair, little sniffly quickly took out his 'magical-super-effectively-cool under eye concoction' and started squeezing it out. Thats not quite when he would expect Santa to happily come calling for him...

The rest in the illustration.

A very happy new year to all!

Sniffly Elf : Anish Dasgupta

Title Credits : Kaveri G.

Special Thanks : Raveesh Reddy

Sniffly Elf Comes to Life.

Sniffly elf's first appearance on the blog. Many more sniffly rhymes expected to come.

A very very merry christmas to all!

Sniffly Elf - Anish Dasgupta
Title courtesy - Kaveri G.
Inspiration source - Chai Gate.

Illustration Friday : Voices

This week's Illustration Friday topic is 'voices'. This is what I came up with. Its been a while. Ah...whatever.

'I don't need your voice. I have my own.'

Of spirituality, Lotuses and Bills

This post brings with it a lottttt of emotion and procrastination. I made this during Durga Puja when I was in a very specifically different mindset and was also going through so many emotions that it ended up coming out in this. In my mind I questioned faith and how it exists and manifests itself in the forms that it does. And also its absurdly developed relationship with wealth. I guess I partially got my answer and hence ended up putting up this post.

Have a good day.

Illustration Friday : Balloon

Illustration Friday's this week's topic - Balloon.

All that the wrathful nightmare did;
All the horrible words it uttered;
For her it was mere 'blah-bleh-blah-bleh';
For she did didn't understand, and couldn't bother;
A pencil in one hand, a paintbrush in another;
She set her mind working, drawing strings and filling color;
The poor nightmare yelled out like a buffoon;
And the girl got a handful of balloons!

Illustration Friday : Opinion

Its funny how no matter what some people will always have an opinion and others will...well...err...have very varying ones.

Illustration Friday : Pretend

My first post to Illustration Friday.

'pretend'ing to live a life you never wanted.

Macbeth Witch-Bitch-ness.

This was done for a course 'film language' where we were shown four different versions/adaptations of Shakespeare's Macbeth.For a visual representation assignment i chose to do a re-characterisation of the witches. A part of it I guess is also inspired by Aubrey Beardsley's work which I was exposed to thanks to Akhila. After evolving so much this is what they finally ended up looking like. Someone has interesting things to say about this. Is the cat around?

The Solemn Goodbye

I wish i was nicer. I wish you did not have to leave so soon. You leave me crippled. Eyes well up as i see you walk past the hollow lane;bereft of any hint of an emotion. I promise I will be good.I hope I never let you down. I hope this insecurity does not leave me arching, hiding, laying on my bed. Stay.

Narcissism Rules.

anotherrr self more-than-a-portrait of sorts...to ensue some command over acrylic paint.

I have eaten too much again.
but today ihaveeaten wayyyyy tooooo much.
gluttony.
guilt.
sick.
bulimia?

not today.




food i hate.
life sux.

EXPLODE.
ouch.

Bobita

This is Bobita. I think she is bong. I don't want her to be. I love her. She adorns the basketball court (popularly called the BBC) in the hostel area of my college. I love her. I made this sketch a long while back. Then she wasn't pregnant. Now she is. We will see little puppies soon. I hope they aren't taken away by the dog catchers again. Everytime i pass by she wags her tail. I love her. She looks like a champagne bottle when she sits down these days coz she is bloated. Sometimes we touch her tummy and little things kick back. It is a little creepy that they are alive and inside her. Feels good to know they will be out soon. I think she is the cutest she-dog ever. Have I said this before...but i love her a lot.

sleep 2

Sleep is intyresting me. Sleep is taking me elsewhere. Sleep is keeping me awake.

For how long?

I don't care... so long as I leave all those who bask into the light and fade away into a world beyond bedrooms, laundry and public transport.

Is all this shit coming out from the lack of exactly what has caught my attention, ... I don't know...I don't wanna know...

Sleep

Time stops as i dream of the worlds to come that drift me into another black room...to shatter, to assemble, to excite, to disappoint, to fill me up with ecstacy, to bring in a new flavour...

I feel no motion, no emotion, no rain, no sun, no one... any one?

blank.

blink.

blank.

blurr.

colour.

good morning.

Hostel Mornings

Hostel mornings.alarm snoozes.loo queues.dettol hand washes.the rising sun.broken chappals.goodbye to the stars.leaking taps.colgate.grey clouds.window views.hairbrushes.faded curtains.towels.fungus infested kohlapuris.uncomfortable silences.absurdly strange cravings.creaking doors.random bollywood songs.showers.shivers.ear splitting wake up calls.life.

Random Surdies

Just a random style i started drawing in...and it went on...



and on...

and on...

AND aun...oh...btw...this is (from left to right) Rhea, Anya, Kaveri(yep, the little thing in the background) and...if u still did not figure that one out...ME!

Trippy trip-ness

heylo blog *hug*,
sorry...been feeling a bit bleh...just discovered i'm not as cool and tech-savvy as I think I am...
but I'm back! So yea...here goes...

During the summer vacations , (that i, then, really wished would end fast and now wish could somehow have extended), i went to Amritsar, Punjab for two days, good fun and quite an experience, as we ran from gurudwara to gurudwara, amazing as they were, it was quite an enlightening and humbling journey...and yes, i tagged my sketchbook along...most of the sketches though are done sitting in the train sketching whatever was in front of the window and since there were so many stations on the way and the stopped at all of them for atleast a minute...i managed to put down a part of my experience in the little sketchbook i carried...

P.S.-Feels good to be back.

Fiona inspires..

A little illustration - "...possessing and caressing me..."
an extract from the song 'Across the Universe' (Fiona Apple version).

just a random illustration while i was listening to 'big yellow taxi' by the counting crows...

"..Hey farmer,farmer put away your DDT,
I don't care about spots on my apples,
Leave me the birds and the bees, please..."

The sudden need to acquire a light-box takes over

The post title says it all...thought if I can't really have one made; might as well sketch one out...
kaveri-ness in the font...

Bitch!

This just came as a result of seeing one of the pictures clicked by Shreyas and put on her deviant art account that I happened to see through Priyankar's blog links...the funny creature on the left looked like the big building in that photograph and because it was broken, it looked like funny, broken teeth. but then i don't really know where the flying bitchy bitch came from n it gave a different perception to the whole picture...and I named it (proudly) 'bitching'!
Its about how we all are victims of listening to random things from random people and sometimes believeng them (but hey!sometimes they are true too!) and then spreading it all over to other random people ....(and notice the fish.,...they are the stinky extra 'masala' bits that get carried on every time it passes from one person to another..though I admit they are not the perfect metaphors...lol!



P.S.-Encouragement for the *extreme intensity in voice*conscious *uhh...extreme intensities off*efforts of changing the style will be highly appreciated...or any other feedback in that case.

At the Bank

My father happens to go to The Bank of India, Parliament Street quite often...and when he does, I'm usually dragged along...and while he does all the works and chit-chats with everybody around (he took VRS from the bank quite a few years back to devote himself to coaching cricket...so yea the people there 'know' him), I'm left gazing at the monotony, long queues, tension and the 'office-ness' of the environment, typical-ed with grey walls and glass counters and then after boring myself to death, when he is done, we push off to NDMC (New Delhi Municipal Corporation...u would wonder 'why', exactly we would do that but I'm talking about the little old food stalls that they've set up ...we get quite nice south indian food there...) or we chill at CP (connaught place...yes, the white horse-shoe shaped office Britishers left us that is now converted to a market...and its hot!).
But this time, I happened to be carrying my sketchbook with me. As effortless one-liner sketches filled up the last empty sheet of my sketchbook, I couldn't help but smile with contentment. So...guess who wasn't really bored; AND we went to NDMC; AND i hogged on some nice sausages when i got back home!

*sigh*

life's good...

Rickshaw Wala

The rickshaw wala. Standing all day in the scorching heat that spills over the hostile streets of Delhi. Waiting. For someone to be taken to a new place, so he could earn what can't even buy him a day's food. Traveler. Sweat dripping from his elbows as he rides his ride; a sheen on his skin. Looking for some shade to rest under. He exists, so do we. The difference is probably the only thing that needs to be given a thought.


The sketch shown here is a copied version of an older sketch of mine drawn while i was sitting on a rickshaw...drawn on cloth that covered a pad of some tuition in 12th standard of mine. A coat of black wax crayons under the thick red and blue paint coat. Then the paint scratched to reveal the form.

Penguins in the Battlefield

Funny as it may sound...whenever i open my refrigerator, a stack of plastic PearlPet bottles lie in the middle shelf and they constantly remind me of soldiers standing straight up ready for a battle...or penguins running around; doing their 'penguin walk'; swaying from side to side...
so here's a tribute to all them soldiers who keep getting exhausted and are repeatedly charged(.....er, filled with water) throughout the day...for days...and months...or more...but these bottles are new...so...whatever...
And yes...the wine bottle right next to them looks like its commanding the bottles to 'charge!'!!!

(The background was done with a purple wax crayon by keeping a cheese grater behind the sheet...hence the imprints...and then gone over with blue paint on it for resist effect...and then for some reason the wax crayon was scraped off to make the background look lighter...)

Sitting them T'y'res...

Just one fine random night i sat on my desk and felt i occupied the chair more than what I usually do...so creepy it was like, I could 'feel' my expanse, all those tyres, just got bigger...so...here goes...

How do you look when you sit?

Pa

This is dad.
Sometimes, which is quiiiite sometimes, as I'm in my room, I'd hear a sound, faint at first and then growing...calling me...no points for guessing who it is as i drag myself to my parents' room and murmur an annoyed 'Yes?', he would be sitting ther...one leg straight up on the bed, the other one dangling off it;paunch oh-so-seemingly visible (look who is talking!).
'Please get me milk...not a whole glass,not half...just somewhere in between.'
'O(ooooh...)kay.'
(door closes)
(refrigerator opens)
(refrigerator closes)
(door opens...then shuts)
'There you go,pa.'
'Thank you....Jasjyot, please get me my ledger na...its in the bag lying outside in the lobby.'
'Yes, I shall.(!?!)'
after a while...
'Thank you...when do you plan to sleep?'
'No idea.'
'What do you mean by that?You need sleep. For when i wake you up in the morning for driving (lessons) you don't get up!'
'OK pa! I shall go to sleep.'

And then, as maa reads my dad watches television and does whatever he does with his ledger...and milk...and spectacles...and pen and....

...

(sigh)...I love my family...


(the silver and golden stickers look black...again...scanning constraints...)

Maa

This is her, so her it's not even funny. Before she is going to sleep she reads wearing that nightie of hers, and she keeps reading till pa can't take it any more and he starts getting grumpy(if he himself is sleeping, that is...) And this is exactly when i love sketching her. At that time she completely ignores dad, doesn't know where the world is(though she keeps cribbing at regular intervals how both her children,me being one of them,don't read...at all)...at that time its just she and her book(and her spectacles in between...).
So here is the woman caught in all her bed-time glory.



How i wish that the silver-ness and golden-ness of these type stickers could show through the scanner though...

Of wax and water!

About four days back, I was cleaning my bookshelf and sorting out all the books (and junk and cobwebs n...etc. etc.) that i needed (and yet again my mum didn't allow me to tear off each page of my Physics reference book to tiny bits and then throw them around in the end as I'd dance away to glory listening to LOUD music...it had been quite a dream of mine...trust me...(sniff!sniff!)) or atleast the ones that i thought i needed.Right in the middle of the process, I stumbled upon this book that had been rotting on the shelf for a long time, that me and mum got from the Delhi Book Fair a few years back. Its called 'Art Ideas' and had been one of my favorite pass-time-and-fool-around books...I couldn't help but open it up again...and it so happened that the first page that I opened was to do something with wax crayons...that immmmediately stuck a few neurotic chords up there and I ran to the nearest stationary store and got a pack of wax crayons and a few bottles of poster paint and life has been goo(ooooo)d since then...
here are a few random sketches i did with wax resist effect.




felt like rhyming a little, so here goes,

The golden woman
shining through
her troubles, baubles
she's baffled though
can't take no more
she won't look back
she keep goin' on
on the right track
she can't let go
she won't let go
she know no bound
she be screamin' out loud
and you know
she be holdin' em down
she the golden woman
she gonna shine through.