Half Shiva Half Shakti

Half Shiva-Half Shakti.

Blue skin. Rivers flow from your hair.

Lotus. Love. Creation. Destruction

The end. A beginning.

Masculine. Feminine.

With the moon near your crown.
and a lotus on your skin.

Thank you.

Faces.

Familiar Places.

Your eyes.

become Black skies.

Yercaud March 2008

spring has returned.
pink flowers fall from the sky
like rain.
when the wind blows
they dance around my feet.
love exists only in them
and pieces of paper.
:)

Lend me your Wings

Stills from an animation I'm working on in my free time
to the song "let down" by radiohead.
all images photographed-drawn by me.
Here you will see insects, hot air balloons, cities made of glass bottles.
and much much more.

Sail to the Moon

Done one Sunday night when the sky is falling and the moon is not so full.When I was a child I believed the moon followed me home at night.I still do. Though these days I seem to be following the moon.Done by hand and photoshop. 181 frames. put together on movie maker because I don't know flash.:O)

Music by Radiohead. Animation/illustration by me. :O)

if the video here doesnt work for some reason go http://youtube.com/watch?v=wKMl7p8RWTA

A book of blackbirds

so boretdome on the way back home in public buses
leads to crow spotting
leads to speculation.
here is teh beginning of an epic.
read:

to be continued.
(oo)

Piano Man

old old old drawing from a long long time ago
me thinks, if you play a piano long enough
it becomes the language you speak.
kerrect no?

Tales from Topographic Oceans

and if you're going to pondicherry be sure to wear some flowers in your hair.
5 of us.
wake up to rain. rain in the sky. rain in the sea. rain in the sand. rain born of your fingers.
rain in your mouth. everything is water. the sea is falling from the sky.

we stayed in a mango yellow house with pink flowers.
and a tamilian cook who only spoke french.
he made us soup. everything flooded.
I explode.

everybody wants to sleep. sing their dreams to sleep.
I'm tired of dreaming.
rent a cycle. and swim in the streets
a blue fish on a bicycle.
(even this seems like a dream)
why does it always rain on me?
my clouds follow me around.
grey and bursting like fruit.
I float paperboats in gutters.
lonely. hungry. thirsty.
I was waiting for the sun. and it came out
like a pink lotus
or an orange unpeeled.
map of pondicherry. scribbled on.
left white where i walked alone.

Scans from my notebook.
Pondicherry
December 2007

softly open our mouths in the cold

I'm back.
my mouth was stitched up
my fingers were bony brittle.
here comes the sun.

Backdrifting

The result of listening to Sneakerpimps and Radiohead all day

Pen and Ink

'When we Kiss'

'Walking like giant cranes

And with my X-ray eyes

I strip you naked

in a tight little world

and are you on the list? '

Shillong 2007

Rows of houses, all bearing down on me
I can feel their blue hands touching me
All these things into position All these things
we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out"

You and Whose Army

sometimes

your biggest fears

can be
so small.

'Come on if you think

You can take us on'

-radiohead

House of Cards

see your future in lines etched into your hands

see it in tea leaves scattered in water

see it in a crystal ball

a pack of cards.

I've always been obsessed with finding fate.

fortune tellers, for what do I wait.

and Chamki has inspired me to make a set of my own tarot cards

using photoshop, stock photos, my photos, scans, doodles, found objects

and archetypal symbols I've set out.

only done 10/78. a long way to go.

but there's always time.

Water in my eye. in the sky

The moon on a leaf
or water.

some cold mornings everything shimmers
water hangs on your skin like stars

never seen by waking eyes. Under moving skies.
I shrunk to the size of me little finger

and lost myself in wildflowergalaxies

and wildflowers
rose like towers
who could tell the difference.

Black Milk

"Darkened skin Afraid to seeRadiate Open lips Keep smiling for me

Weightless cool honeysuckleFair skin frecklesUncut teethTranquil eyes under your feet
Weightless falls honeysuckleStrangers (strange this) Lights from pagesPaper thin thing

Protected by the naked eye"

Red Riding Hood

"i have a self to recover,"

and then she bursts into the sky, a red comet."

Red was her color.

And when I found her.

I wrapped her up.

(But sometimes.

colours change)

dressed in the color of my desires

when you dance

the air around you changes colour
and spreads its wings
'dressed in the color of my desires,
you go your way naked as my thoughts,
I travel your eyes, like the sea,'
'you open my chest with your fingers of water,
you close my eyes with your mouth of water,
you rain on my bones'
in the folds of your skin
like a serpent.
I wait.

Done by me on photoshop.

'I prayed to rediscover my childhood and it has come back
and I feel that it is just as difficult as it used to be
and that growing up has served no purpose at all.'

your strength is just an accident arising out of the weakness of others.
All I see are their eyes.
I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice.

Pictures taken a couple of years ago
with me nikon f55

Stormclouds in teacups. The River
finds its way to the sea
through your eyes.

Hampi July 2007
((I revisited Hampi last month.lots of stories
about snakes, pebbles, cards that speak and shadows coming up)

Coonoor, Circles and Fish in the Sky

the earth laughs in flowers

your hands in black water

voices out of a cloud lotus feet

7 of us. broken silences. fish in the sky, insane colours, feeling like a serpent, fractals,

a dead butterfly and a million revelations in the garden of eden.

archetypes, starry nights of splendor,getting lost in the whispering woods and so much more.

you are the center of my universe.
Location: a house on a hill

October 2007

your eyes have their silence

I've always been afraid
of bringing things I create with my hands
into a digital world. I was afraid that maybe somewhere between the
blinking screen and the ink on my fingers
something would be lost. like the silver key you kept in your coat pocket.

blue lines that only some light can percieve.
I've decided to trust electrons zipping through invisible space
with my soul stretched out in inks

And scan pages off my notebook. for a million mirrors to see.
and open me.

"we can create kingdoms of our own
grand purple thrones
those chairs of lust
and love we must
on beds of rust"