Use and don't throw!!

Phew..... cleared the webs finally!
It's been a while since I updated this space. Come December and all self-promises from the year almost-gone-by come soaring for verification. Hoping to update this more often....no hard promises this year.

 Compulsive Hoarding  or hoarding disorder is a pattern of behavior that is characterized by the excessive acquisition of and inability or unwillingness to discard large quantities of objects that cover the living areas of the home and cause significant distress or impairment.

I created this illustration while researching on the topic as someone I know has been showing symptoms for a long time. Non-awareness in the society (including 3 doctors staying in the same neighborhood) has only made it worse.

 Symptoms of Hoarding Disorder  include individuals collecting junk mail, old catalogs, newspapers, worn out cooking equipment, clothes and things that "might" be used one day, broken things/trash, freebies and other promotional products......all cluttering living spaces to an extent that they cannot be used and in worse conditions where they cannot be entered.

This BBC Documentary- Britain's Biggest Hoarders is a good introduction into the lives of compulsive hoarders.

Paper-Pop-Art

Paper-Pop-Art

A Limerick and a Block

One Diwali day, while in the campus I stayed
I gathered a lot of junk and packed it in my trunk.
I moved one day with all the junk that lay
In the trunk which I only opened after a year in Bombay.
I found rocks and socks and wooden blocks
Of which I painted a block in the memory of that Diwali day.

Planets and Moons, Bubbles and Paint

Continuing from all the digging the other day, I created some planets and moons to go with the galactic textures I made before.

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Inky Galaxy

It was a regular day of digging into the art-cupboard.

A few things made sense today. I found inks and glass paints and colour paper.
Throw in some salt and I found a Galaxy on my desk.

GALAXY 1

GALAXY 2

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*sigh*

3 months
On the road
Off the road
Of the road
Out of a bag
And back in.

I'm sitting now
Thinking, cutting, pasting, creating.
I'm happy.



DISCLAIMER

This is a work of abstraction inspired by real names, characters, places and incidents and bear resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead.

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An Overview

YESTERDAY

HOLD ME

HOME

MIRA

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Rec-room capture

Damayanti posted a picture on Facebook of one of the rec-room parties we had a year and a half back. Something intrigued me about everyone's action in the picture. Since I spent a lot of time cutting and gluing things together to make a series of collages in the past two days, I held on to the tools and made my version...

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Paper-bag angels

They hang on my window.

Lost time

Long long ago I glued paper-strips together while thinking how college would be...

Back to a place called Home

It sprains my neck to turn 90 degrees every time I want to look at clouds,
And to my disappointment all I see is wires and these alien structures.
People are meant to walk on these things.
They call it sky walks.
How desperately they want us to reach great heights.
They are doing their very best.
.But no one wants to get up there.
There are other trivial things holding them back like the vegetable vendor who gives them a 2% discount and the cobbler they need for over-stitching the 1 month old sandal bough from a sale just two shops ahead.

It has not been very long since I left Mumbai...3 years to be precise.
There are police for crowd controlling on station bridges and a week's grocery equals more than or equal to a grand.
But people still march in, storm in and survive.
The ever growing population and the stench all the same.
I am yet to decide whether I should take the sky walk or walk on under.

excuses excuses excuses

Quail Egg Chocolates

Post-it guides me...and I follow

#Plan 171

One of those plans that happened @ NID where Sukriti and I had decided to stay in t he hostel through the year without a break so that we could become monsters at the end of the whole thing!!!

Constant Confusion

In between external information and self-expression
I suffer, I learn, I complain, I enjoy, I live.

Loyalty

I have not bought a writing book for a year and a half. I feel almost guilty doing so.
When I'm in need of a book, I bind and cut it myself.
It is a little bit wonky but I believe I will get to perfection and make pure hand-bound books

Temporary Retirement

I have left work for a while to document my diploma project in order to convocate on time.

I felt powerful yesterday but it faded away today.

Sitting at Jon/Sang's place I have all the time for thinking, tinkering, writing, cooking, chai, freelancing, doodling, spell-towering and yet there seems to me a nagging deadline so near but so far away.

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