A Song of Silent Things

  The Navarasas, or the 9 moods, arise from the foundation of Indian Aesthetics. These are the basis of emotional experience, and were meant to be universal in nature, instead of anthropocentric. Our understanding of them rose FROM nature, from our observations; the colours in the sky, the leaves that fell around us, the smell…

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…

Meditation Blues

A series of minimalistic art and poetry done over days of letting ideas germinate.

The Generation of the Identity Crisis

  The purpose of this assignment was to document the intricacies of our generation as a communication medium for someone who would view this in the future. Considering this, I identified certain factors that are characteristic of the times we live in. For example, since this is the first generation to grow up while the…

I Never Said

There is a sentence, in English, which means 7 different things based on the word you decide to stress upon, and if you think english is a funny language, you’re going to find this relationship downright hilarious. Here goes – *I*never said she stole my heart, but a hundred thousand four hundred and eighty three…

The Hard Drug Kind of Mistake

The very first day I made the hard-drug kind of mistake, a 17-year old boy looked at a pill and thought of his illness, like symptoms and disease, where the only thing that’s logical is medicine for the sick, and euthanasia for the too weak and the pill that he seeked was bound to work…

Falling Apart in Silence

  Transcript: There’s nothing loud about the ways in which a home falls apart. There are no.. bricks falling, protection helmets, well-planned demolition crews on their way, this isn’t the story of a cleanly executed erasing of memories, because the way in which a home falls apart sounds like wet, soft cotton being pulled apart….