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Gender-Neutral Clothing Just Got a MAJOR BOOST in fashion industry

Gender-Neutral Clothing Just Got a MAJOR BOOST in fashion industry

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Between all of the major fashion shows, fast-fashion stores, and Instagram brands out there, it can be quite tough to break through the noise as an emerging designer. That’s where the LVMH Prize for upcoming Young Designers comes in. By providing technical support, funding, and access to a group of mentors (as in, editors-in-chief, models, and heads of retail sites), it’s a major win that can help as a leap in a career in fashion — and now, we know the finalists for 2019.

This is also the first time in the six years that finalists will be representing Israel, Nigeria, and South Africa.

1)Bode by Emily Adams Bode
Based in New York, Bode focuses on luxury, modern menswear, and usually includes details like applique and quilting.

2)Hed Mayner by Hed Mayner
Israeli-based Hed Mayner’s latest collection is gender-neutral which is featured with layers that were purposely disproportionate and oversized.

3)Phipps by Spencer Phipps
Spencer Phipps is an American designer based on paris. Phipps started making T-shirts with the brand’s goal that is to be globally conscious and create those graphics that are more than just a fun design.

4)Stefan Cooke by Stefan Cooke and Jake Burt
This London-based menswear brand is known for its awesome digital textile techniques, and just last year, designer Stefan Cooke received H&M’s Design Award.

5)Thebe Magugu by Thebe Magugu
The focus for Thebe Magugu is novelty, quality, and culture.

6)Kenneth Izex by Kenneth Izedonmwen

7)Anrealage by Kunihiko Morinaga

8)Bethany Williams by Bethany Williams

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Top 7 Bollywood screenplays that’ll keep you at the edge of your seat with it’s unexpected plot twist

Top 7 Bollywood screenplays that’ll keep you at the edge of your seat with it’s unexpected plot twist

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Oh! We didn’t see that coming. One of the genres that has definitely emerged over the years is the genre of thrilling movies. Something the kids of 90’s witnessed amidst physics defined stunts and that era has transitioned to another aspect where we find raw but realistic content. So discussing some the instances when we saw some of the most unexpected plot twist let’s cherish and relieve those goosebumps

1. Baby

A movie with an ensemble cast including Akshay Kumar, Tapasee Pannu, Anupam Kher,Rana Daggubati and Danny Denzongpa. The story follows the last mission of Baby; which is a temporary task force headed by Feroz Khan (Danny Denzongpa) formed in response to the 2008 Mumbai attcks whose job is to find and eliminate terrorists who are planning attacks in India. Focussing on national security it eventually takes an whole lot of twist and turns and it comes out to be an ordeal to bring Maulana, the main mastermind behind the mishaps back to Indian custody without any official procedures to cut short the official delay and wastage of time. The entire sequel is spine chilling and keeps you guessing what comes next at the edge of your seat.

2. Drishyam

Another very well directed and engaging film starring Ajay Devgn, Tabu,Shriya Saran in pivotal roles keeps us very much engaged with its premise and story telling untill the real fact is unveiled. Vijay Salgaonkar (Ajay Devgn) is an orphan who dropped out of school after his 4th grade. Now he is a contented businessman running a cable TV service in Goa. He is married to Nandini (Shriya Saran), and have Anju, his adopted daughter , a class twelve student, and Anu (Mrunal Jadhav), a class six student. His only interest is watching films. He has gained fame in his area for helping people out with the help of methods he learns from films.During a nature camp, a hidden cell phone camera records Anju removing her clothes and showering in the bathroom. The culprit, Sameer “Sam” Deshmukh (Rishabh Chaddha), is the son of IG of Goa police, Meera Deshmukh (Tabu). Sam comes to blackmail Anju for sexual favors. Nandini pleads with Sam to leave their family alone, but Sam refuses to delete the video clip unless his sexual demand is fulfilled. The entire sequel that follows is pure raw and jaw dropping and guys do watch it for an unexpected twist you’ll be in for a treat and the time devoted will be worthy.

3. Special 26

One of the most unique suspense thriller made in the history of Indian cinema by Neeraj Pandey it is extremely well depicted and also maintains great balance of comedy and engaging thrilling sequences.
The story of the film opens on 18 March 1987, wherOh! We didn’t see that coming. One of the genres that has definitely emerged over the years is the genre of thrilling movies. Something the kids of 90’s witnessed amidst physics defined stunts and that era has transitioned to another aspect where we find raw but realistic content. So discussing some the instances when we saw some of the most unexpected plot twist let’s cherish and relieve those goosebumpsn1. BabynA movie with an ensemble cast including Akshay Kumar, Tapasee Pannu, Anupam Kher,Rana Daggubati and Danny Denzongpa. The story follows the last mission of Baby; which is a temporary task force headed by Feroz Khan (Danny Denzongpa) formed in response to the 2008 Mumbai attcks whose job is to find and eliminate terrorists who are planning attacks in India. Focussing on national security it eventually takes an whole lot of twist and turns and it comes out to be an ordeal to bring Maulana, the main mastermind behind the mishaps back to Indian custody without any official procedures to cut short the official delay and wastage of time. The entire sequel is spine chilling and keeps you guessing what comes next at the edge of your seat.n2. DrishyamnAnother very well directed and engaging film starring Ajay Devgn, Tabu,Shriya Saran in pivotal roles keeps us very much engaged with its premise and story telling untill the real fact is unveiled. Vijay Salgaonkar (Ajay Devgn) is an orphan who dropped out of school after his 4th grade. Now he is a contented businessman running a cable TV service in Goa. He is married to Nandini (Shriya Saran), and have Anju, his adopted daughter , a class twelve student, and Anu (Mrunal Jadhav), a class six student. His only interest is watching films. He has gained fame in his area for helping people out with the help of methods he learns from films.During a nature camp, a hidden cell phone camera records Anju removing her clothes and showering in the bathroom. The culprit, Sameer “Sam” Deshmukh (Rishabh Chaddha), is the son of IG of Goa police, Meera Deshmukh (Tabu). Sam comes to blackmail Anju for sexual favors. Nandini pleads with Sam to leave their family alone, but Sam refuses to delete the video clip unless his sexual demand is fulfilled. The entire sequel that follows is pure raw and jaw dropping and guys do watch it for an unexpected twist you’ll be in for a treat and the time devoted will be worthy.n3. Special 26nOne of the most unique suspense thriller made in the history of Indian cinema by Neeraj Pandey it is extremely well depicted and also maintains great balance of comedy and engaging thrilling sequences.nThe story of the film opens on 18 March 1987, where a walk-in CBI interview is taking place, held by the characters of Akshay Kumar and Anupam Kher. The film then goes into flashback. Ajay Singh (Akshay Kumar) calls a local police station to obtain more manpower for a CBI raid. He speaks to SI Ranveer Singh (Jimmy shergill) who agrees to send the required number of support officers. Ajay, with accomplices P.K. Sharma (Anupam Kher), Joginder (Rajesh Sharma), and Iqbal (Kosher Kadam), meet the support officers and conduct the raid. In all of these raid sequels all of the twist and turns are simply superb and breathtaking as well.The ending that is awaiting is as pleasant as well as treacherousn4. KahaaninSet on a backdrop of a theme of women empowerment which is amazingly inculcated by Sujoy Ghosh. As evenly poised and this thriller makes us believe every storyline situation and plot angles and untill the end when everything’s unearthed it seems that entire thing was just in front of our eyes and it was the screenplay which pointed the loopholes right at out face to realise what exactly happened and before you do figure it out your face is fulfilled of amazement that what a movie it was. Pure gold. So the plot begins as A poison-gas attack on a Kolkata metro compartment kills the passengers on board. Two years later Vidya Bagchi (Vidya Balan), a pregnant software engineer, arrives in Kolkata from London during the Durga puja festivities in search of her missing husband, Arnab Bagchi. A police officer, Satyoki “Rana” Sinha (Parambrata chatterjee), offers to help. Although Vidya claims that Arnab went to Kolkata on an assignment for the National Data Center (NDC), initial investigations suggest that no such person was employed by the NDC. Follow the entire chase sequences to search for the mischievous Milan Damji witness the most indefinite plot twist. Watch it right now!n5. ItefaqnAn abhay Chopra critically acclaimed filmed which did average business at the box office, but the entire screenplay is quite engaging and interesting as the entire parameter revolves around one and the only circumstance but this story telling just amazingly done throughout the film till the climax and then the anticlimactic sequences. Now this crisp and precise film with a running time of 1 hour 47 mins starring Siddharth Malhotra, Sonakshi sinha and Akshaye Khanna in pivotal roles and is quite mysterious enough to predict the verdict for the climax and will keep you at the edge of your seta. The plot goes as follows :A police officer investigates a double murder case that has two witnesses and both are the prime suspects as well. Their individual stories seem true, but there has to be only one truth. Wait till the end in this film with a mind grabbing premise for a devastating plot change which we bet you can’t expect. Thank us later.n6. WazirnA film starring Farhan Akhtar, Amitabh Bachhan, Aditi Rao Hydari and Neil Nitin Mukesh and John Abraham in cameos is another thriller with an acute running time of 1 hour 44mins,but is quite a good dramatic thriller which presents a overwhelming response from the premise and that’s when the viewers are made to believe what is shown in the film and before you keep guessing the ending beforehand the movie comes up with a very new possibility ahead of it to give rise to another angle. Some amazing performance by big B makes it even more genuine and realistic that one can relate with. The plot goes as: When his daughter is killed by the terrorist he is chasing, Daanish, a cop, swears to seek revenge. He finds a confidante in Pandit, an unassuming grand master, also mourning the loss of his daughter. Wait for the end if you want to see a film with a nocturnal and phenomenal ending to a cause.n7. Kartik calling kartiknAnother real portrayal of a storyline in a psychological thriller when the lead character who is like just another man to pursue a comfortable living with statuses and aspires to reach high heights of success but receives strange phone calls which even makes film go even more thicker down the timeline. Starring Farhan Akhtar and Deepika Padukone with their genuine performances. Now Karthik, the introvert, is always ridiculed by his boss and throughout his life, he has faced setbacks. However, one day, he receives a phone call from a stranger who promises to transform his life. It all goes about finding the origin of the phone call and the dynamism that follows is totally worth watching. Be prepared for an amazing but unexpectedly well weaven plot twist to add another perspective to this aspect.nSo what do you guys feel about this list. If you feel we just missed and there could’ve be some other Honorable mentions do let us know in the comments section below. Do hit a thumbs up if you liked this effort of ours and yes don’t forget to relieve these charms of amazement of plot twists.e a walk-in CBI interview is taking place, held by the characters of Akshay Kumar and Anupam Kher. The film then goes into flashback. Ajay Singh (Akshay Kumar) calls a local police station to obtain more manpower for a CBI raid. He speaks to SI Ranveer Singh (Jimmy shergill) who agrees to send the required number of support officers. Ajay, with accomplices P.K. Sharma (Anupam Kher), Joginder (Rajesh Sharma), and Iqbal (Kosher Kadam), meet the support officers and conduct the raid. In all of these raid sequels all of the twist and turns are simply superb and breathtaking as well.The ending that is awaiting is as pleasant as well as treacherous

4. Kahaani

Set on a backdrop of a theme of women empowerment which is amazingly inculcated by Sujoy Ghosh. As evenly poised and this thriller makes us believe every storyline situation and plot angles and untill the end when everything’s unearthed it seems that entire thing was just in front of our eyes and it was the screenplay which pointed the loopholes right at out face to realise what exactly happened and before you do figure it out your face is fulfilled of amazement that what a movie it was. Pure gold. So the plot begins as A poison-gas attack on a Kolkata metro compartment kills the passengers on board. Two years later Vidya Bagchi (Vidya Balan), a pregnant software engineer, arrives in Kolkata from London during the Durga puja festivities in search of her missing husband, Arnab Bagchi. A police officer, Satyoki “Rana” Sinha (Parambrata chatterjee), offers to help. Although Vidya claims that Arnab went to Kolkata on an assignment for the National Data Center (NDC), initial investigations suggest that no such person was employed by the NDC. Follow the entire chase sequences to search for the mischievous Milan Damji witness the most indefinite plot twist. Watch it right now!

5. Itefaq

An abhay Chopra critically acclaimed filmed which did average business at the box office, but the entire screenplay is quite engaging and interesting as the entire parameter revolves around one and the only circumstance but this story telling just amazingly done throughout the film till the climax and then the anticlimactic sequences. Now this crisp and precise film with a running time of 1 hour 47 mins starring Siddharth Malhotra, Sonakshi sinha and Akshaye Khanna in pivotal roles and is quite mysterious enough to predict the verdict for the climax and will keep you at the edge of your seta. The plot goes as follows :A police officer investigates a double murder case that has two witnesses and both are the prime suspects as well. Their individual stories seem true, but there has to be only one truth. Wait till the end in this film with a mind grabbing premise for a devastating plot change which we bet you can’t expect. Thank us later.

6. Wazir

A film starring Farhan Akhtar, Amitabh Bachhan, Aditi Rao Hydari and Neil Nitin Mukesh and John Abraham in cameos is another thriller with an acute running time of 1 hour 44mins,but is quite a good dramatic thriller which presents a overwhelming response from the premise and that’s when the viewers are made to believe what is shown in the film and before you keep guessing the ending beforehand the movie comes up with a very new possibility ahead of it to give rise to another angle. Some amazing performance by big B makes it even more genuine and realistic that one can relate with. The plot goes as: When his daughter is killed by the terrorist he is chasing, Daanish, a cop, swears to seek revenge. He finds a confidante in Pandit, an unassuming grand master, also mourning the loss of his daughter. Wait for the end if you want to see a film with a nocturnal and phenomenal ending to a cause.

7. Kartik calling kartik

Another real portrayal of a storyline in a psychological thriller when the lead character who is like just another man to pursue a comfortable living with statuses and aspires to reach high heights of success but receives strange phone calls which even makes film go even more thicker down the timeline. Starring Farhan Akhtar and Deepika Padukone with their genuine performances. Now Karthik, the introvert, is always ridiculed by his boss and throughout his life, he has faced setbacks. However, one day, he receives a phone call from a stranger who promises to transform his life. It all goes about finding the origin of the phone call and the dynamism that follows is totally worth watching. Be prepared for an amazing but unexpectedly well weaven plot twist to add another perspective to this aspect.

So what do you guys feel about this list. If you feel we just missed and there could’ve be some other Honorable mentions do let us know in the comments section below. Do hit a thumbs up if you liked this effort of ours and yes don’t forget to relieve these charms of amazement of plot twists.

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Art keeps you calm!

Art keeps you calm!

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I’ve always liked drawing, doodling, painting since I was a kid. It kind of gave me freedom to convey my emotions which I feel is important to me. I am personally an emotional person,always been one more than answering back I like to draw, doodle, paint but you need to give answers sometime lol.
There’s one thing everyone should know is art isn’t suppose to be a task or something it should come from within and there’s no certain way for art you just draw what you feel like as it conveys some kind of emotion according to me. Ofcourse if you want your painting to be perfect there are certain ways for which you need to practice and the clichéd slogan “practice practice! Till you achieve your goal.
Personally I never felt my painting/art needs to be perfect I just draw what I feel in no certain way or technique used.
Imagine spending your weekend in a Cafe drinking ale and painting on a canvas whatever you feel. Just let your emotions, your feelings, your thoughts out on canvas and it will give you some kind of calmness in the back of your mind. I hope you enjoyed reading my very first blog 🙂
Your recommendations are most welcomed.
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Ceramic Artists to look out for

Saraswati Renata

Saraswati Renata, formerly known as Renata Sidorenko, is a ceramic miniaturist. She lives in the pottery community of Dana, Auroville. Saraswati finds a place for everything around her
environment interesting enough to be present in her work – the tiniest of nature’s quirks find a place in her art. She is unwaveringly loyal to the commercial glazes from Russia which led to the bright colours that generally end up in her creations.

Ramesh Mario Nithiyendran

Born in Sri Lanka, Ramesh Mario Nithiyendran works on rough edged, new-age sculptures. His work is often linked to the politics of sex, gender and religion which might be called a study into irony because of his atheist beliefs. He isn’t deterred form from borrowing from his Hindu and Christian heritage as reference points added with some references to the internet, pornography, fashion and art history. A special mention must be given to the presence of androgyny in his work that alludes to gender fluid realms.

Rahul Kumar

Based in Delhi, Rahul Kumar’s work is utilitarian in nature with the maximum of his creations comprising vessels and utensils. One of his creations i.e. Circle Uncircled was exhibited at the India Art Fair in 2016. It was an installation of 101 platters of varying sizes. His work might look simple to the eye of the beholder but it is actually very interpretative and it seems to answer the viewer’s state of mind.

Shirley Bhatnagar

A ceramic designer from NID, Shirley loves switching lanes to collaborate with designers and to engage with diverse practices and themes. Her approach to her ceramic work often weaves in parallel processes, bringing in unexpected influences. Growing up without any exposure to media she came across world cinema in 1922 and this became a great influence in her work.

Art Directory India

Art Directory India is a unique digital platform for all sorts of artforms where you can post your talent and artwork and be assured that it will have the outreach and audience that it deserves. Their prime objective is to get the artist out of his/her confinement and makes sure that the artist achieves the required profit and recognition for their work. Most importantly you will be in direct contact with the buyer of your artwork.
Art Directory India keeps you updated with the latest trends in every artform and helps you to promote your own work too. Too learn more about Art Directory India you can visit : https://artdirectoryindia.in/about-us/.

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THE ENCHANTING ART FORM OF INDIA

THE ENCHANTING ART FORM OF INDIA

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THE CHARM OF KALAMKARI ART

With a total of twenty-three tedious steps, the mere intricacy of the Kalamkari
Art is enough to bewitch the mind. Primarily using the earthly colors of rust,
mustard and indigo, all the vibrant colors you witness in Kalamkari Art are
derived from natural sources with little to no traces of chemicals and other
artificial substances. Assimilating the minute details, the Kalamkari artists
use a ‘tamarind twig’ as a pen, sketching the gracious motifs of flora and
fauna and the gods and goddesses of the Hindu mythology.

Predominant in the states of Gujarat and Andhra Pradesh, the Kalamkari Art
has evolved from its initial two forms of ‘Srikalahasti’ style and
‘Machilipatnam’ style. While the former derives its inspiration from Hindu
mythology etching out the scenes from epics and folklore, the latter draws its
essence from the intricate hand paintings executed by hand-carved traditional
blocks. However, under the new forms of ‘Andhra Kalamkari’ and ‘Gujarat
Kalamkari’, inspiration is drawn from the architectural marvels and
mythological characters.

THE GRACE OF TANJORE ART

Radiating a three-dimensional effect with the use of pearls and semi-precious
stones and adorned with an entire spectrum of vibrant colors, the Tanjore
paintings enchants the eyes of the people, making them drown in this aura of
colors. Mostly revolving around the essence of Hindu Gods and Goddesses,
the paintings are renowned for their diffusing charisma. With its origination
from South India, this form of painting has been influenced over the centuries
from a fusion of cultures.

THE VIBRANCE OF PHAD ART

With all the vibrant colors of the ‘Phad’ paintings being extracted tediously from
natural sources, the art form confers to a deeper meaning. With each of the
vivid colors being associated with a certain element of the painting, it is quite
rightful to say that the Phad paintings depict the ideal amalgamation of
creativity and symbolism. Adorned with detailed intricacy, each component of
the Phad paintings are depicted with a specified color such as orange for
limbs, green for nature and blur for curtains, hence giving art the depiction of
a travelling temple. Considered to be among the most extraordinary art forms,
the Phad paintings offer the ideal fusion of the various constituents of the
vibrant Indian culture.

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Finest Art shows Worldwide

Finest Art shows Worldwide

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There are more than 260 art fairs that takes place. But, not all are capable of maintaining higher standards.
Art fairs can go on for several days where gallery owners rent space to showcase their arts. Here we’re going to mention top 5 finest Art shows on global level.

1.ART BASEL, SWITZERLAND
Master of all Art shows, Art Basel is estabilished in 1970 in Switzerland by local gallery owners. Every year, Artists around the globe meet to showcase their artwork during the month of June and it takes place for approximately 5 days. A large variety of art, including paintings, sculptures, photography, digital art, video art, and installations are displayed in this gallery.
Official website: https://www.artbasel.com/basel

2.FRIEZE ART FAIR, LONDON
Estabilished in 2003, this fare is among those few fairs who focus only on contemporary art and living artists.
This art fair is held in London and New York, featuring about 170 galleries anually in the month of October.
In addition to the 2 new fairs introduces in 2014 by this fair namely Frieze New York and Frieze Masters, this year it is going to launch another new event which is called Frieze Los Angeles.
Official website: https://frieze.com/fairs/frieze-london

3.TEFAF
More than 260 galleries from about 20 countries takes part in this fair at TEFAF Maastricht. It was founded in 1988 in Netherlands.It is held twice in a year holding an overall value of $US 1.4 billion. TEFAF New York Spring displays modern and contemporary art and design, while TEFAF New York Fall showcases fine and decorative art from antiquity through 1920.
Official website: https://www.tefaf.com/home

4.INDIA ART FAIR, NEW DELHI
Estabilished in 2008, this is the leading platform to discover modern and contemporary art from South Asia and also displays region’s cultural landscape. It is earlier known as India Art Summit.
Official website: https://indiaartfair.in/

5.ART DUBAI
As the name suggests, origin of UAE, often abbreviated as “world’s most globally diverse art fair”. It has one of Asia’s leading art fairs since 2007. It features art from galleries all over the world, and is celebrated for its dedication to work by Middle Eastern and North African artists.
Official website: https://www.artdubai.ae/

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The Evolution of the Abstract Art Form

The Evolution of the Abstract Art Form

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Abstract painting is a form of ‘subjective’ or ‘non- objective’ art. It does not adhere to the things we see around us like realism but intends to stimulate our artistic minds. It is based on the play of colors, shapes, textures etc. There is no definite meaning of this art form as the term suggests, it is an ‘abstract’ concept.
It is a subjective form in the sense that every viewer perceives the meaning in his own unique way. Abstract art form may not have excellent or complex drawing but maybe quiet aesthetically appealing in the brilliant usage of colors, textures and shapes. It is based on the aesthetic play of the mind. Even a blank canvas with paint-splattered of a single color or a canvas with a blob of color in the center appeals to the viewer because of the subjective aesthetic value it holds. There has been a massive shift from what we see to what we ought to see. The meaning behind the work is more important than just the work itself.
Abstract art form has been said to originate approximately 70,000 years back with the prehistoric cave paintings. A famous ancient abstract art is the two rocks with geometrical engravings in the Blombos cave in South Africa.
It is a well-known fact that most of the world-famous artists were Europeans. Up until the 19th century, the dominant art form was realism. Then in the late 19th century began the emergence of the ‘impressionistic’ art form. There began a gradual shift from the academic realistic and naturalistic art form to a more abstract based modern art form. Impressionism became a popular art form gradually. With the rising emergence of the impressionistic art form the importance of colors and textures in an artwork increased. Artist Wassily Kandinsky wrote a book titled “On the Spiritual in Art” in the year 1911 which emphasized on the value of shapes and colors in a piece of art. This book became an important text about abstract painting. According to Wassily his composition V, 1911 was the world’s first-ever abstract painting.
Against the rising idea of impressionism emerged cubism which depicted reality in a different style using different angles of an object on a flat plane. Cubism was developed by the well-renowned artist Pablo Picasso. Then began a more geometric style of representation in art. Gradually the academic style of realism was fading away.
Along with the development of the geometric art style around the year 1920 developed the style of ‘surrealism.’ The word surreal mean fantasy or dreamlike. One of the most famous artists of the ‘surrealism’ art form was Salvador Dali.
With time the modern art form developed in New York and there was a growth in the ‘abstract expressionistic’ art form. The famous artist Jackson Pollock was one of the leaders of this significant art movement. The abstract expressionistic art form laid more emphasis on colors rather than shapes. Then in Europe emerged a more ‘European’ form of the ‘abstract expressionistic’ art form.
Then there was the emergence of the famous ‘optical art’ where the play is on the vision of the viewer. Victor Vasarely was an important member of this movement.
Now, when we come to the ‘postmodern’ style of abstract art form or the ‘contemporary art’ it completely disregards the primitive styles of paintings and there is more fragmentation in the idea of the post-modern style with new emerging forms. The post-modern style began during the year 1970. Though there is still prevalent the style of minimalism and against it neo-expressionism. With the growth of the contemporary art form, developed different forms of it like conceptual art, pop art etc.
Throughout the years, art has seen various shifts and developments such as realism to expressionism to cubism to surrealism to contemporary art from. The most important changes are seen in the shift from Renaissance art to modern art form to the current postmodern art form. There has been a shift from realism and portraying things exactly as they are to varied forms of ‘abstract’ depiction.

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Story of Writing

Story of Writing

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Story of Writing
I write, or I am written? Never would divulge on this journey’s end. Zillions of words written already, and zillions would come to be. In a living enthused, calm waters roar. A choice to make, writing or let go. For thoughts surround, bask at times, and others soak. Where do I then find, the season apt to sketch a character in this world to perform? Words are many and sentences range from cultures heaven or hell to strings or bodies made in secrecy. Those who could, most coherently, read and write, progressed. Rest dedicated themselves to living. There were towers of surveillance born in texts. Linguistic weapons charting out territories. And, as you are aware, hearts weeded out truths. Yet, we talk of freedom, in absence or engagement. Sometimes even in mute few characters shape stories to resolve this grief of the existential kind. Shrouded in stories our naked bodies. Woven and woven beyond, the literacy ages. Cultures and ornamentation evolve uncontained. To where we once claimed, our land, his land, her land, fatherland, motherland, Island…
A moonlit night over the calm sea. She sat quietly by the side on sand, where waters would greet once and recede. Meticulously placed her toes where the tides of this hour would always wash her feet clean. Far from her, on the remote end of the beach, fires and jubilations buzzed like mosquitoes in her ears. Her eyes though, fixed on the horizon, gleaming in moonshine, stars like diamonds floating in the sea. Rune had walked in mountains and forests once, where she had chanced poets prune their garden of words… Stare too long and a world comes to life.
“Why do we write?”
Banished once, some centuries amiss
Found in evergreen forest the voice
That speaks in melodies unheard
Each for the passing days
Food and water, shelter the smokes
Evening warm to skies azure…
Shine! Among stars so bright
That each whisper seals some more
Of breaths and waters compose
Lying on grass, seeks the lore…
When in currents, waters race. The united droplets bunch, sticking close, as if indivisible. Must have been the drop kind, that lasted a split second eternity. Sloth down to rest, forces range beyond… The end was never found. Only drops disappeared into frothy rivers. The mountain of writers, hence would never end. So had seen the country dream. A life inked to activity, always and beyond the general possibility. There were loud cries all around. Mist, the poetess, was dead. Or killed? We would never know, for all was lost to engine fumes and factory made clouds. She had moved higher up to the mountain in her primes. Trees, the other poets, gathered around her. She would weave worlds of mystery walking among them. We were the fortunate ones, who were born here in this magic. Mist would never speak. Birds would
render her platonic scales in rejoice of berries and fruits. They would announce all seasons, and weathers when it was time for her to leave. She kept coming back, but warmer each time. Rumour has it, her stories of the forest had fascinated souls in the urban jungle and they followed her to the mountain. Few writers stopped writing. For they accommodated Mist’s followers. They made food and beds for them, but could never understand what to do with their vehicles. Trees too were felled, because poets never had their say. They lived in silence of words fancy. Underneath mellow sanctions, dire chokings of smoke. They could be heard at night, the poets, coughing their way about the newly lined streets… Among them, the Drop, ventured all alone, reiterating tales of eternity. The world of letters progressed. Writers turned into content developers, creative writers into branding agents. And poets… Well, dismissed with a sigh.
Heartbreaks, they say, make poets. Had never known a heart, until the violent break. Would move rhythms many from one current to the other. Then became an everyday affair – flow, break, flow again, and break again. Why do these rocks insist on myself alone? I am among the waters, moving as one, breaking to one, yet many I see, as broken from streams. All around me. I am not alone. My fellow lives are not water; I have learnt that. Must protect my words from categories of land. I must, till the dying day, write to survive. My write to survive…
“I write because I have to.”
Quiet conceivably, writing creates a space of its own between what there is and what is seen. In this day and age, it is easy for us to perceive this space. The realm of words, as they say, is to be read between the lines. This was not always so. Writing was inscribed on rocks before it slipped onto the surface of paper. Inks would paint the cleaves on rocks. The words, thus, could never be questioned. Then ink spilled in lines and curves and emerged as sensuous handwritings on a surface called paper. Soon it was possible for handwritings to be printed on countless sheets of paper using embossed blocks. These days, we have replaced physical forms of writing with softer virtual screens and keyboards.
After known, never recognised
This place I call home
In senseless might.
Patrols loud sometimes
Echoes of silent frontiers
Midnight sleepwalking angels
Quieter perfumes on the road
Despair the season groom
My walk lost too soon
In warmth of violence
Sources keep receding
Glaciers were not found
Rivers unabated in their resolve
To go and keep going
Regardless the reason
If movement is the truth,
Why hold hands
And ask to stay?
“I write because I want to be a poet.”
Rune sat drenched, planted in sand. Her white gown, soaked in salty waters, could not be differentiated from her thighs. In fact, her waist was half buried in sand as well. She had lost sense of her presence on the beach to such an extent that she did not shift away from the higher tides. It took considerable effort to stand and to start walking. Away from the buzz, she strolled past the last fishermen boats along the beach, and mosquitoes appeared like giant fireflies from this distance. Breeze was rather strong here, and in no time her white dress and hair were found flowing sideways to their rhythm. Almost abruptly she stops and turns around. Nobody was there. Not a single soul. There was just Rune with a very strong impression of being watched. Her body was no longer dancing carefree to the breezes. A definite restraint loomed all around her to counter this gaze.
Oh Ghosts!? Who would know otherwise? Placed within words the territories and conquests of land. When Kings ran out of words, a book allegedly governed land, air, and water. Conversations flourished around the book. Protectors and custodians were proclaimed and different books became the law on different lands. Revolutions were hence, all made in good books. A promise to rearrange the strings of behaviour. Disciplines contested their existence. Spoke of the world and universe. To imagine, to ascertain, to change, and to manipulate were born each victorious in their resolve. Save the believers, all dedicated themselves to learning. To know and tell. The conversation infinite.
“I write so that you know.”
Drop frequently roamed around with his friends of different disciplines. Three ladies and two other men gathered where Drop had invited them. The last known sight of Mist. She was seen here in the days of young cinema and tea time conversations. Tallest of them all, Sylvia had an eagerness to know, but she would never allow it to break free from what her elders had inscribed on her. She listened carefully and glanced at faces of other friends, none of which appeared keen on knowing Mist. “They would all express their acknowledgement of Mist’s greatness just to keep Drop afloat”, she thought as she looked for perfect rock to place herself on. Conversations soon reached the sublime for Drop, and he couldn’t keep the other drops from trickling down his face. Ron, particularly astonished, announced his departure to behind the bushes for a quick leak. Everybody could hear him laugh, but no one mentioned that on his return. Dane and Elise held Drop in their arms while Sylvia and Bryan discussed their options for lunch. Ron resting on a Deodar trunk lit a cigarette and looked at the sky through the mesh of leaves and branches, puffing rather at irregular intervals. Elise dusted her maroon pants and picked up her bag. Drop had stopped weeping now and Dane perhaps in caution stuck close to him.
“We can have lunch at my place and go out for drinks in the evening.”
“Sounds great! I will come”
“Is there no way other than writing?”
“Yes, you could click photographs…”
“But I don’t recreate worlds…”
“So it is Elise and I at Sylvia’s place. Ron, Drop, and Dane?”
“Who said photography does that?”
“I think I will stay in the forest with Drop.”
“Yes, I will stay here as well. See you later!”
“Come! I will show you a picture.”
Inside a sweeter refuge, clans most elated. Hoots onward on the railway line, the evenings in ferrous lanes. When on the terrace we slept, stars abound and stories. Into midnight, sometimes early morning, would go on and recite days in childhood fantasies. Yes, we were all children then. Pilots, doctors, accountants, engineers, and artists together with Paris, New York, and Tokyo laden dreams. None of which could foresee, broken flowers in Granny’s garden. Reprimands in the morning, all dreams set aside. We grew up, protecting flowers in Granny’s garden…
Perhaps writing felt real… Although the reality of writing is as real as the one outside writing, we have confused ourselves to developing theories of a non-differential union between writing and the world. Thought has evolved around the presupposition that words and things are one and the same. Alternate thoughts emphasise the distance between words and things. An alteration of this kind, tries to bridge in the distance with conceptions of a relation. There must be something in the tree for it to be called a tree. An enquiry of the rebellious kind, would never indoctrinate words as predecessors of thought and vice versa. Words as names of things, chart out realities for us. It is in these realities we confuse and contest our words with other realities and worlds. Such is the story of writing, an infinite conversation, between ever changing dialogue partners.
Then into deeper woods remain three friends. Unaware in unison, hearts somewhere weaved the cause of Mist’s regeneration. We would write and write, until we find Mist again – No one said this, no one heard. Hands, yet inked together, held together. It rained hard that afternoon and nobody has heard of the three friends ever since.
“I write because it is the law.”
Who will ever read what I write? There are so many books already. Everything that could have been said, has been said. I will not make it to the legends of great writing. If I tell them that I don’t like Game of Thrones, they will kill me. I know Byron from Wordsworth, I cannot write like them. I write like I can. Isn’t it beautiful to write from the heart? I must be blind to skill. I have to learn how to write. I make lots of grammatical errors. There are no more cigarettes. I will kill myself. Maybe then they can read what I write. But then I will be dismissed as a lunatic. Who cares! I will do what I have to do, without worrying about what others think. I am a great artist. The first one alive to write the way I do. Isn’t that literature enough? I have my own
story. I write this story and I am the lead role. I am what I write myself to be. The one and only. Poet, Philosopher, or scientist.
“I will write until I die.”
Fine pictures of thought
Set mirages in sight
The caravan walked for miles
Water and food delight
Long winding roads
Valleys and mountains high
Dear traveller of mine
Eyes lost to skies
Sit by sometime
We’ll toast to the cries…
Beauty has forever been around. Few have recorded her in words and few have created her out of words. However, those who write are never left free of themselves. For the poet writes and is written. Writing, much like other aesthetic forms, involves a multidirectional nature. In the two recognized directions of self-identity, writing offers a field of passing or slipping identities. The fundamental premise to understand such instances of the slip is the knowledge that a writer is a writer for as long as the writing self is writing. The linguistic possibilities of inertial silhouettes of writers emerging in past or future do not write. They simply are vestiges of once an intense movement. Writing, in this sense, is the movement celebrated as present feelings, thoughts, or stories. The possibilities of a writer self-emergence cannot be denied on both ends of this differential movement – I write or I am written. The difference between these two possibilities is that of immediate and deferred self-identification as a writer. However, in the infinite conversation that literature is, a writer is constantly slipping. Slipping into situations, conversations, designs, groups, discussions, or feelings. Now, writing in a situation would mean either narrating the situation itself or conducting the situation as a role in it. In both these cases writing is immaculate creation, which can be differentiated on grounds of the awareness in its performance. The immediate awareness of creation is what scriptures refer to as god. The deferred awareness of creation is what is referred to as human. Hence, it is possible to realize both god and human in writing. And yes, both of these selves are performances of beauty, which are coded in writing.
“I write because I can’t.”
She kept looking back as she made her way to what once used to be a lighthouse. The ruins are now inhabited by a few artists who like to keep away from civilians. Rune attended all the concerts here and frequently read out her writings. This night she needed refuge from the gaze that kept following her. Although she was frightened beyond abandonment, she kept walking as if she wanted to let the gaze know that she was not aware of its presence. She even made sure to inspect the sands for any object that would come in handy as a weapon of defence. She had made it to the stone assemble now and the ruin was only some hundred
meters away. She could see the bonfire like a small oil lamp trying to range its light through a mesh of dancing vampires. The gaze seemed to be nearing, so Rune quickened her strides. This might have been the reason why she lost track of her pursuit. Stones beneath her feet suddenly disappeared and she could not save herself from falling into a ditch overflowing with weeds. The gaze could no longer be sensed, but strangled, Rune made a few desperate attempts to free herself from the weeds before she lost all will. She was bored now. Even through her feet touched the depth of the ditch, she was not sinking. Her head was well above the surface and free to breathe. She could even turn in all directions, so she decided to spend some time looking at the stars which from here appeared exquisite. There was less of sky and more of stars. The moon did disturb the starry night behind her field of vision, but that did not matter much here. The sky was lit abound with stars. Two shooting stars down, she started counting. Three, Four, Five, Six… The seventh count was disturbed when something firm struck her feet. It could have been one of her hard shelled friends from the sea, but it did not resemble any natural shape in her touch. She reaches for it and picks it up with substantial strength. Whatever it was, was on placed on her head like an earthen pot filled with water. There was no way she could have seen what it was standing inside the ditch. She had to leave her stars and move out onto the rocks. This time even the weeds did not retaliate. She was gentle this time. She wiped off the mud and muck, out appeared a casket wrapped in a thick plastic sheet. She quickly unwrapped the box. Perhaps she had found the lost treasures from one of her childhood stories. She knew they did exist for real. She closed her eyes and then opened the casket. But she did not feel any shimmer on her eyelids. “Ornaments definitely lose their lustre buried like that…”. Her hands touched the inside of the box. It was all dry. Inside, cantered something wrapped in another plastic was placed. She quickly opens her eyes. A notebook it was. She gathered the box, all the plastic sheets, and with the notebook held close to her heart she took a final glance at the place just to be sure. Rune ran faster than she ever had that night. On her knees in front of the fire, none of the artists seem to react. They were all busy dancing to the glory of Luna. Even Rune did not bother calling out to anyone. She flipped open the brown hardcover of the notebook: “Waterhole – The Drop”.
Far from the everyday
Notes to silence
Song of the Lorelei
Lulls to sleep mistaken sailors
Braving the storm and tide
Whispers a place to hide
All the ships at sea
You missed my heart
High on mountains
Among the trees
White, the royal tempest
My breaths release.
“I’m haunted by the ghost of writing.”
Repetition then became the philosophy of the everyday. To re-produce in performance the writing once lived. Tools were made to decipher and dissect classical writings. Those spirited
meters, masculine and feminine stresses, and lofty rhymes were cast on paper as knowledge of a poem. Words were bent at times in iambic lanes; forcibly so, sprits perished. Corpses of words in pedantic placed schemes of rhyme… A desire to perform the classical truths of beauty. Drop made it to the shores, unheard. Coherence was lost in midnight haze and love demises. Fear and prejudice rains in this mountain of writers now. Forests rejoice quenched of their thirst, million days old. Even factory made clouds could not hold the drops back. Drop was once among them. Flowing in streams sometimes, rising to skies at the sea, and with other drops falling back to join the streams. From window glasses to blades of leaves, and from mountains to valleys, the Drop had places to be… A friend of mine mentioned the other day, that books were the waterholes of cultures. Perhaps filled by eyes that did not want to hold back. Nor the hands, and the will to write…
The human performance concludes with a dissatisfaction of the writing self. The God is complete in creation; the human feels incomplete. For humans feed on the vestiges of their god in reflection. A lot has been said to address the humility of a human, but knowledge of the self and realization of gods are too potent to inflict progress and competition. Thus, there is always a contested performance of perfection. The writing of the real kind that can write itself. The writing machine. We have calculated meters and meters of lines, explored the spaces between them, and taught ourselves the classical stanzas. This knowledge has been programmed into calculators that can compute poetic stances much faster than an organic being. The classical human poet has now been transformed into a machine. Are machines humble as a human? If they were, they would be human… The performance of a machine is to repeat classical performances of perfection infinitely. Or rather for as long as the performance is choreographed by a human.
“I write for people.”,
Greet the velvet muse
Our hands soaked in ecstasy
We have fates sealed
And all truths dared
When in courage
Speak the lost tongue
In forests of whisper
And beaches of surrender.
She was the air I breathe
Held me fixed to the leaf
Would wake in the morning
Her white embrace
Oh Mist, would you for once rise?
Help them wash their eyes
Those drops are stowed
Pining to be …
The ditch was cleared off weeds and dug deeper. Rune sat collected, the notebook in her thighs. A moonlit night then and since. Waterhole for slipping drops and lovers of mist. Meet Rune when you like. Don’t live with her, visit her often. For everything that can be said, is yet to be said. Her deep sunken eyes are still sinking. She writes and is written. You will find her at the waterhole. Quietly sitting and offering water, the elixir of life…
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