Thursday, 18 November 2010

On being asked if he enjoyed school, Mr Tiny (from pre-school, 4 year old) nodded with a slight frown. This is what he had to say, "umm, yes! except that it takes away too much of my play time"

Benugo, BFI, Southbank, 14th November 2010

Sunday, 7 November 2010


The ‘reality’ of a plastered picture alongside the walkway leading up to the underground platform on Euston station seized my attention and managed to sustain it enough, resulting in the familiar act of it being photographed with my cell phone camera.

The grey gamut of the picture stood out against the yellow background, only to enhance the already dramatic impact of the visual. The drooping postures, the compelling body language, the helpless (somehow seemed enacted or forced) facial expressions, the battered attires, but most of all the scale (in terms of it being blown up to a larger than life size) would not let it go unnoticed.

The faces were quite evidently Asian, if not of Indian origin.

Another teaser campaign for a charity? I wondered as I made my way onto the tube, only to find out on the very subsequent day that it wasn’t.

As I walked past the South bank, these were plastered on the exteriors of the Hayward gallery, this time, even larger in size. Before my curiosity could grow any further, I spotted a three- dimensional, neon lit installation abutting the National theatre.

It was identifiably in sync with both the pictures which had caught my attention at the Euston underground station and the Hayward gallery.

A touch screen surrounded by a number of cubic installations. Each cube had the same face plastered on all its four planes. The touch screen acted as an interface to the panel (cube) lighting the picture corresponding to the one being touched on screen. My attention was drawn to this system by a few kids playing around and almost using it as a game where they physically touched the picture that was being lit up.

After having read the essence of the campaign and physically seen the installations, the message clearly was and can be summed up by ‘I was able to react to him just as one human being to another’.

The Aviva Insurance company touched the very sensitive human aspect in a manner that anybody could easily relate. At the time of crisis, which is when insurance is generally claimed, the people approaching the company are in a devastated state of mind.

At this juncture, a polite gesture would mean a lot. The installation bore a few layered testimonies displaying the pleasant relationships built by the customer and the Aviva Life Insurance representative in times of crisis, where just being human and lending a shoulder or a hand for the customer (stepping out of the so called ’professional’ garb) could mean a lot. A very well thought campaign, where I would think one can not go wrong.

Sensitivity, emotions and ‘human’ness!


Who I think I am

An exhibition of an aphorism of Jack’s life as an artist


Hayward gallery exhibit


The exhibit consisted of a series of well mounted frames, dark brown in colour with white perspicuously legible type.

The unexpected narration of a bookish story in an exhibition space, strongly impacted the

subject matter and lent a certain level of notability which could otherwise have been undermined by using the stereotypical and expected format of a book.

A story on the walls with the reconcilable format of well manicured and homogenous type, an uninterrupted progression bearing no trace of distraction made the reading experience almost theatrical.

Theatrical in the manner that it was a very engaging reading escapade of the unabridged account, almost having the impact of watching it being enacted. The autographical account was captivating in itself. The decision of the artist to retain the essence without any trace of dilution was in my opinion accomplished by the manner in which the exhibit was crafted and designed.

The only fear seemed to be the one where a certain ilk of audience would be dissuaded and overwhelmed by the huge amount of text from afar and decide against crossing over the threshold to even stop and glance around. Possibly, Ron may not have been interested in this kind of an audience. And in all likelihood neither would Jack be.

From the content of the exhibit :

For Jack, all the turmoil for a long span of his life was worth it because he used it to make art. A series, which truly satisfied him. Picked up from his conversation with a friend, being an art teacher prevents you from being a full time artist. He was in tune with this imputation and wanted to ‘make’ art. In all probability, his decision of not wanting to teach art.

A passion which was evident, an attitude which explicitly extruded the unwillingness to accommodate mediocracy.

A legend, it had to be!