designflow

2012-02-15T03:23:00.000-08:00

Extracts from 'SPACES WITHIN AND WITHOUT' for Architect Shailesh Devi, India

2012-02-14T12:27:00.000-08:00

http://redtape.rca.ac.uk/

2012-02-14T12:08:00.000-08:00

Siva's card

2012-01-30T12:22:00.000-08:00

RCA inspiration

Scribbled notes/ back of the Pantone sketchbook: David Hockney

Lecture Theatre 1.

Royal College of Art

Ahn Sang Soo inspiration

Performing Arts lab,

Royal College of Art...

Peace.life.one eye shut.no meaning.eat rice ......

2012-01-17T23:17:00.000-08:00

Part of Siva's Card.

Tamil Script: composition

Screen Print on 20x20 Carton Toile Canvas Panel

Thank you Venkatesh and Team,

Sameer and Zeenat for help in production

2012-01-07T12:05:00.000-08:00

2012-01-07T11:26:00.000-08:00

http://ticketing.southbankcentre.co.uk/rist/exhibition

RIST INSPIRATON

HAYWARD GALLERY

LONDON

2011-12-30T04:34:00.000-08:00

Dear 2012,

'Protect me from what I want'

JENNY HOLZER

Inspired by Postmodernism

http://www.vam.ac.uk/content/exhibitions/postmodernism/postmodernism-about-the-exhibition/

2011-12-25T15:53:00.000-08:00

SUCHNESS....

Following the Christmas lights.

http://deshnamehta.tumblr.com/day/2011/12/25

2011-12-25T14:36:00.000-08:00

FOLLOWING THE CHRISTMAS LIGHTS, LONDON

2011-12-24T14:03:00.000-08:00

2011-12-24T04:02:00.000-08:00

'....after the paint consciously drops from his brush, then it is on its journey alone unaided by the painter. The painter loses control of the resonating spreads, the cause and the doer becomes the witness, Saksi. When the act of expanse stops at the rim of the paper, it starts spreading back into the heart and makes the painter exhilarating. The colours sink deep into the soul of the painter and then stretches on into the viewers' arena making it glow like a raging fire or making it cool and sombre like a calm sea. The painter now forgets the centre as well as the periphery and is struck and bewildered at his own creation. The viewer experiences an ecstatic pleasure; loses self and becomes one with the painting. He is no longer a different individual distanced from the painting, he is elevated, as is the work of art, the illusion Maya becomes the vision, the Bindu, Sabda and Spandana, what Prafulla Mohanti expresses in his paintings.'

Village Voice: Prafulla Mohanti and his work: DINANATH PATHY

IMAGE: HOME/STUDIO, LONDON

2011-11-30T19:40:00.001-08:00

http://deshnamehta.tumblr.com/day/2011/11/30
‘I am Juxtaposition’ at the Visual Communication Work in Progress Show, Royal College of Art, London

http://ifnotnow.rca.ac.uk/visual-communication-work-in-progress-show-2011/

PRIVATE VIEW
30 NOVEMBER 2011
6–8.30pm

OPEN DAILY
1–9 DECEMBER 2011
10.00am–5.30pm

2011-11-27T02:48:00.000-08:00

“There are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid that others might pick them up.”

Oscar Wilde

2011-11-19T13:18:00.000-08:00

2011-11-11T04:00:00.000-08:00

http://hundredpercentzine.tumblr.com/

An image making initiative, the purest of its kind, 100% is an Indian visual zine which reverberates the beliefs of its creators (Lokesh Karekar and Sameer Kulavoor) in being completely involved in the task taken at hand.

A privilege to contribute towards its first issue 100% sound

being released at India’s biggest music festival : NH7 Weekende r

2011-11-04T16:12:00.000-07:00

A sultry September afternoon in the stuffy insides of a familiar yellow-black mobile enclosure... I rolled down the glass and gave it (whole and unopened) to her...

She suddenly looked at me in the eye and asked, 'Taaza hain?'(Is it fresh?). Her disbelief was evident when I nodded indicating that it was. She must have thought I was lying. (I wonder that she wondered that I was giving it to her only because it was stale. Perhaps it was me who wondered more than her - she was always use to the leftovers and the stale fragments)

I could not return my gaze back to her. It struck a chord somewhere - deep within. My jaws dropped and I found myself staring at the broken button on her forlorn dress. I wanted to run away to some place far away. I felt so guilty for all the times that I had cribbed at the dining table. I could hear the mad confab of the traffic, blaring to its highest intensity. It wasn't even two seconds before the traffic lights had gyrated to an office green that the pandemonium broke out on the queens necklace in the commercial capital of India. Nothing unusual, just the customary traffic.

2011-10-17T16:43:00.000-07:00

Client : Anemos

Photographer : Akash

Art Direction: Deshna Mehta, Sameer Kulavoor

Copy: Deshna Mehta

2011-10-11T01:14:00.000-07:00

http://fallingshort.rca.ac.uk/

ROYAL COLLEGE OF ART,

KENSINGTON GORE,

LONDON SW72EU

Private View
11th October 2011
5pm - 7pm

Open Daily
12th - 16th October 2011
10am - 6pm

2011-10-02T13:29:00.002-07:00

EYEWITNESS

'Night is not the negative of the day, black surfaces and white are not merely transposed,

as on a photographic plate, but another picture altogether emerges at nightfall'

Paul Morand & Brassai, Paris de nuit, Editions Arts et Metiors graphiques, Paris

'What I felt when making this picture was a feeling of solitude - the cloud didn't know which way to go'

Andre Kertesz, Lost Cloud, New York, 2 March 1937, Silver Gelatin Print 1970's

2011-09-26T14:57:00.000-07:00

Frames of Reference & Seismic Shifts

at Livia's TIME SHOP.

FALLING SHORT

HER HOUSE GALLERY

2011-09-26T14:51:00.000-07:00

2011-09-25T15:22:00.000-07:00

...ends at HER HOUSE GALLERY.....to be continued ...

a documentation at the HOCKNEY GALLERY

2011-09-25T12:44:00.000-07:00

P A U S E

2011-09-24T13:07:00.000-07:00

L A S T D A Y

25TH SEPTEMBER 2011

http://fallingshort.rca.ac.uk/

HER HOUSE GALLERY

26 Drysdale Street, Hackney,
London
N1 6LS UK

2011-09-20T00:44:00.001-07:00

http://fallingshort.rca.ac.uk/

2011-09-19T15:58:00.000-07:00

2011-09-14T17:21:00.000-07:00

http://fallingshort.rca.ac.uk/deshna.html
http://fallingshort.rca.ac.uk/

2011-08-31T01:38:00.000-07:00

FALLING SHORT

A series of unique investigations into the multiple social, cultural,
political, and philosophical scopes of reality. Seen through the eyes of visual communicators, all seeking new perspectives and enlightening interpretations of our world.

Private View
7pm-9pm 16.09.2011

Daily Show
11am-6pm 17-25.09.2011

HER HOUSE GALLERY, 26 Drysdale Street, London N16LS

2011-08-21T11:14:00.000-07:00

The book was drenched

..... my curiosity (runs) high, and I wish to hear (more) about the true and untrue colours of water, mentioned by you.

...... the untrue colour of water resembles that of lapis lazuli. It is the effect of the reflexion of the sky in water. But the natural colour of water is seen in the falling down of water-falls; it resembles moonlight.”

The Vishnudharmottara

A treatise on Indian painting and Image-Making

Calcutta University Press 1928

PHOTOS: LAKE PAVNA, INDIA

2011-08-20T11:06:00.000-07:00

They drew and inspired. (LAKE PAVNA, INDIA)

2011-08-17T12:44:00.001-07:00

In a journey called life,

An enormous stride,

Myths prevailed.

In an odyssey of the atmosphere,

A lime green squawk,

Epic sprays.

In a pilgrimage to the ether,

A calm cave painting,

Magnificence unfurled.

LAKE PAVNA,

INDIA 17-08-2011

2011-08-10T12:44:00.000-07:00

2011-08-10T12:35:00.000-07:00

2011-08-08T13:52:00.000-07:00

‘I don’t think it makes sense to give more importance to a mountain than to an ant,’he told a journalist at the time.

DROP OF WATER ON THE ROSE COLOURED SNOW

Snippets from the Miro inventiveness ,

TATE MODERN - 07-08-2011

2011-07-28T15:30:00.000-07:00

2011-07-28T15:15:00.000-07:00

2011-07-28T13:46:00.000-07:00

London Mumbles

2011-07-28T13:38:00.000-07:00

Little legs fording across the Avon,

Stratford Upon Avon

2011-07-25T10:04:00.000-07:00

2011-07-20T08:57:00.000-07:00

UNUSED TO

This old man is from the same cafe where the young (probably a 60 year old) lady on the adjacent table, spotted a broken leg of the chair I was about to sit on.Not only did she caution me, but left her table and got hold of a chair on an empty table, alongside mine and hers, and walked 2 metres to get the chair for me.

She was not the owner of the cafe, just a lovely stranger. A newcomer, an inspiration

I wonder who she, where she is, what she does.

I have no picture of her.But the clearest picture of her in my mind.

I just have this picture, of this old man, from the same cafe.

2011-07-10T02:58:00.000-07:00

THE WELSH GETAWAY

2011-06-18T03:37:00.000-07:00

Shift, break, crash, collect,collate, execute, refine, evince...

forty five days and nights...

Fingers and Toes crossed...

2011-06-05T00:18:00.000-07:00

ARCHITECTURED DISSERTATION

LONDON 4TH JUNE 2011 - ST. PANCRAS/ SOUTHBANK

2011-05-31T02:06:00.000-07:00

http://ec.europa.eu/unitedkingdom/information/exhibitions/index_en.htm

http://deshnamehta.tumblr.com/

BLACKBERRY PROJECT
THE TALKING PEOPLE

1-17 JUNE 2011

12 Star Gallery,

Europe House,

32 Smith Square

London

SW1P 3EU

DESHNA MEHTA
CHRISTOPHE MACHET
MARY ARGYROU

2011-05-22T04:03:00.001-07:00

2011-05-17T15:02:00.000-07:00

worm's eye view

2011-05-03T15:40:00.000-07:00

2011-04-25T06:03:00.000-07:00

LIFE THOUGHT IDEA OPINION BELIEF TRUTH

LIVE THINK IMAGINE CONTEND BELIEVE BEHOLD

INDIA

2011-04-24T23:24:00.000-07:00

SPRING PREOCCUPATION. LONDON.

2011-03-19T16:32:00.000-07:00

With the brush we merely tint,

while the imagination alone produces colour.
Theodore Gericault

twentieth march two thousand and eleven

h o l i

2011-03-07T15:22:00.000-08:00

When its sunny, the beautiful silhouette..

with the clouds, they themselves..

203, WILLIAM TEMPLE HOUSE (HOME)

2011-03-02T00:14:00.000-08:00

2011-03-02T00:13:00.000-08:00

the

garden,

My soul

is sunshine...

2011-03-02T00:04:00.000-08:00

2011-02-02T16:34:00.000-08:00

Doodling inside this lovely cozy space created just outside the main entrance of the Royal College of Art was an invigorating experience.

More on the Sauna (Bethany's brainchild, probably her new home for the next few days)

http://www.department21.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/IMG00847-20110202-2118.jpg

http://www.department21.net/

2011-01-30T16:12:00.000-08:00

There are two ways of spreading light; to be the candle or the mirror

that reflects it - Edith Wharton

SOUTH BANK, WATERLOO, LONDON

2011-01-29T16:08:00.000-08:00

The creative act lasts but a brief moment, a lightning instant of give-and-take, just long enough for you to level the camera and to trap the fleeting prey in your little box.
Henri Cartier-Bresson

Picture taken in NOTTINGHAM, Jan 2011

2011-01-28T15:12:00.000-08:00

http://lessthanthreeproject.tumblr.com/

2011-01-26T14:04:00.000-08:00

Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see.

PAUL KLEE

Picture taken at

ROYAL COLLEGE OF ART

SCULPTURE DEPARTMENT

2011-01-26T00:56:00.000-08:00

cynosure

2011-01-16T13:40:00.000-08:00

A thin strip bearing a systematic orchestration of primary pigments seized my attention as I jaunted from the first array of exhibits onto the subsequent ones in the reminiscing excursion within the confines of my mind. An intriguing ensemble of geometry interspersed with lifelike human forms compelled me to walk in the direction of this depiction. On observing the artwork closely, surprisingly enough and very contrary to my conjecture of gaining clarity, it only heightened the intensity of my perplexities.

Visually, it was most definitely an unusual delight. The colours vs the monotones, the abstract vs the representational, the fragmentation, the scale, the coherent, the elusive and yet kosher textures characterised these objets d’art.

Inspirational would be an understatement and concealing the ‘trivial’ness that I experienced, a pure denial - a non-confession.
How could they? They managed to unsettle my anchored poise within an infinitesimal span of a month. How on earth did they generate all that they did? How did they make so much and such good ‘so much’! What were they made up of? How did they live? What were their minds like? They ! The ‘them’ who are accountable for having brandished my mental composure. The Glasgow boys, Stephen Farthing, the Shadow Catchers, the Turner prize contenders, Rachel Whiteread, Eadweard Muybridge, Gauguin, Ai Weiwei, the British Artists at the Saatchi Gallery and Damien Ortega of course.

I felt insignificant. Insignificance doled out of gigantism, partially. The Humongous scale, possibly. Geniuses emanating from independence, persistence, perseverance and passion, most definitely.The word 'distraction' did not seem to exist in their lexicon. Their existence seemed to spur around an invincible hunger to create.

As I reflect upon the previous month in London, a sentence from ADAM FUSS' colloquy (Shadow Catchers at V&A) supremely reverberates,

'You don't create. You are not creative. You Die. It is about survival really'

Picture within picture (bottom left) credit : SAMEER KULAVOOR

2011-01-10T13:25:00.001-08:00

THE 'HARLEQUIN'ed QUEEN

2011-01-06T13:57:00.000-08:00

To see a World in a Grain of Sand

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

And Eternity in an hour.

William Blake

2011-01-05T15:34:00.001-08:00

THE ORIGIN AND THE DESTINATION

Inherent or innate, perhaps conditioned or acquired,

the environment, the repetition, the cause of conditioned spontaneity.

They emerge.

The pen touches the paper and there is a sort of self emergence or self organization.

The two curves start to shape themselves cradling the bigger curve which surfaces almost from nowhere,

the moon manifests itself nesting the sun.

It flows. It isn’t me.

But it is a part of me.

It is my inspiration.

2011-01-05T15:15:00.000-08:00

THIS MORNING ...

THE SIGN ...

THE TRAIL ...

2011-01-02T06:06:00.001-08:00

TURN YOUR FACE TO THE SUN AND THE SHADOWS FALL BEHIND YOU

MAORI PROVERB

2010-11-18T15:28:00.000-08:00

KIDDO WISDOM

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

2010-11-16T00:33:00.000-08:00

http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=169703829726232

BEING HUMAN

2010-11-07T07:22:00.000-08:00

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!

http://www.youarethebigpicture.com/#/

MAKE ART

2010-11-07T06:41:00.000-08:00

Who I think I am

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

by RON TERRADA

Hayward gallery exhibit

JACK GOLDSTEIN AND HIS DOG

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!

METHODS LAB - ACROSS RCA 2010

2010-11-07T06:12:00.000-08:00

http://wpmu.rca.ac.uk/themethodslab/2010/11/07/new-insights-opening-up-sensitizing-ou/

2010-11-04T18:46:00.000-07:00

2010-11-04T18:43:00.000-07:00

2010-11-04T18:38:00.000-07:00

2010-10-06T15:22:00.000-07:00

HOME

2010-08-08T11:18:00.000-07:00

MY GRANDMOM and her lovely Art

2010-08-06T10:26:00.000-07:00

DESERTED!

SUN, THE ONLY REFUGE.