Mornings With Mr. Desai: An Absurdist Narrative

My 2nd year final project at Srishti School of Art, The idea here is to try to navigate the experience of a bilingual child growing up in india, using absurdism, surrealism and audio as tools to achieve the purposes. This project uses the extended metaphor of an Island, whose subconscious, observing everything and recording it,…

Marie Lu’s Kitchen: An Experimental Narrative For Children

Key Insights One of the most important insights that arose from the research for this project is the outstanding interconnectedness of a universal commodity like food. In this regard, Michael Pollan’s article was a fascinating mind-opener as well. It introduced to me the concept of food as an art form, as the great time capsule…

Swallow

Originally published by Warehouse Zine, please click the following link to access the Novella – http://warehousezine.com/swallow-utkarsh/ As documentation, the artwork inscribed into the background of this experimental novella is attached –

The Song of Sappho: An Illustrated Ballad

Project Proposal The idea is to present Sappho as Rukmini Bhaya Nair saw her, and as I have grown to see her over the past few days; as this figure who caught onto and understood emotion, love, empathy. The contrast of her surroundings (ISIS infested Raqqa) as well as the nature of her object will…

An Autopsy of Ambition

Introduction- The sequence   There are three steps to breaking a man. The first is introduce desire. Make him want something so hard his insides turn with the prospect of having it. Make him yearn for it, live for it, be ready to die for it. Make it the only thing he can think of…

Oliver

“Once upon a time..” – That’s how they all start, don’t they ? All your precious little childhood stories with the princesses and the dragons and the morals sitting at the end of them like an unbearably bright pot of gold at the end of a unbearably colorful rainbow ? All the pink dresses and…

Of Wooden Limbs and Lifeless Love

The day was done. After 24 hours of bustling crowds and raucous children crying for candy and teenagers seeking for a refuge from the watchful eyes of of the judgmental aged behind the caravans with flaking paint, the original inhabitant of the the carnival glided back in, as it did every night. In a matter…

Humanity and Hope.

H The sky was red with the angst of souls that yearned for my embrace. The ground was red with the blood of innocence, and the eyes of men were red with the pain of having lost and the bloodlust of having taken lives, yet, in that summer of 1939, when I cast my gaze…