Category Archives: Cultural Shift

Perfectly Imperfect or Imperfectly Perfect? This Paper ‘Performance’ is inspired by the Japanese concept of ‘Wabi Sabi’. “It’s our imperfection that make us unique, and our uniqueness that makes each of us beautiful. A knowing that we are just fine-Just As We Are” It’s amazing how enfolding ONE sheet of paper, no cut-copy-paste, can createContinue reading “To be alive is to evolve.”

The art of enfolding paper feels more like a ‘performing’ art! Just like playing an instrument, the experience lies in the continuity of live-movement, not an end product. It’s about the moment- in creating and experience ! A new perspective, a new experience around non-performing art! Yet another ‘performance’ by the same paper painted, inContinue reading “Paper painting or performing art?”

Crumpled paper ends in a dustbin. That’s what one did till I discovered art of crumpling. Unlike the fixed folds in tessellation, crumpling gives flexibility and freedom to create organic lines and form. Free-willy. Its fascinating to work with this ‘mouldable’ paper- just like clay. Here my sculpted paper sitting on my ceramic pen stand.Continue reading “Art lies in crumpling”

Aren’t we constantly seeking another dimension to give us a new perspective, a new insight into the matter. This time it was my hands itching to play in 3D. Sadly, clay and the potter’s wheel were far from reach. So I turned back to my good old pen and paper, searching for the 3rd dimension.Continue reading “Exploring 2D-to-3D”

Text on text, day by day, page by page, dipping my calligraphy pen in the ink pot, and penning words of wisdom and inspiration- Bible on Bhagwad Gita sacred book. And that’s what grounded me, sustained me through those trying pandemic times. Sharing a few pages of life lived in those strokes, bound by theContinue reading “My LockdownBook 2020”

Often life crushes us down, squeezing us out of our own form. A form we recognise no more- crumpled, constricted, crushed. A form that is no longer Me. We cry, we fret, we struggle over how to iron those creases n folds and get back to the old shape. Little do we know that lifeContinue reading “A Himalayan state of being”