two insomnias

"unsure"

2011-06-21T20:06:00.007-05:00

womanhood

sainthood

inside outside

2011-06-14T01:01:00.029-05:00

then I drew a mind that is at war with itself
claiming the world, so hastily.

about getting older

2011-05-20T15:04:00.003-05:00

yoga t-shirts

2011-05-07T12:05:00.029-05:00

These were to be simple T-shirts for children, that a Yoga Institution had asked me to make. I had fun drawing these. But they never saw a light of the day, for some unkown reasons .

I really love these children having fun! So thought I must share them with everyone.

Send an email to me if anyone is interested in these prints, I can send print files of these designs with other details and you can get them printed as t-shirts/covers/posters if you like !

cafe

2011-04-26T17:10:00.006-05:00

(mixed media on tissue paper)

untitled!

2011-04-25T12:44:00.002-05:00

dwelling space (2)

2011-04-21T22:31:00.002-05:00

dwelling space (1)

2011-04-19T19:19:00.003-05:00

winter story

2011-04-14T17:06:00.007-05:00

my book

2011-04-10T10:23:00.006-05:00

Night

Rs 85. Age 4+

A beautiful pictorial representation of night, this book could really fire a child’s imagination. The black-and-white drawings evoke a complex web of night sounds in the forest – hushed silences, the chirping of crickets, running water, the rustling of leaves. Writer-illustrator Junuka Deshpande is also a filmmaker and it shows on every page of this visually arresting book. Samina Mishra (Book Nook, Time out , Mumbai)

the day the stocks soared high

2011-03-15T14:02:00.009-05:00

Translation:
Notice
Now the earth itself has been turned into nuclear energy.
Kindly wear your masks.

Sneha Uplekar has generously provided a title for this work.

physicist in bliss

2011-03-05T15:37:00.000-06:00

a little hyper ode to the US of A

2011-03-05T13:50:00.012-06:00

optimism

2011-02-24T08:48:00.006-06:00

hardworking couple

2011-02-22T14:28:00.011-06:00

sometimes

2011-02-22T09:43:00.005-06:00

a peek into a project

2011-02-21T17:46:00.011-06:00

I am collaborating with a writer and we are working on an exciting project for children.
Here is a glimpse from an ongoing work!
(I will post the details soon)

encounters

2011-02-19T13:55:00.007-06:00

A lot of new work is coming up soon. I am scanning the journal pages!
sorry for not showing up for a few days, I was hibernating from the internet.

I am posting a set of three older works. These were also a part of the accidentally deleted works that went into google's black hole a few months ago.

These drawings were done in my final year at NID in 2004
I was missing Ahmedabad today.

doubt

2010-10-08T15:18:00.002-05:00

from my granary

2010-09-10T18:40:00.004-05:00

granaries are a stock of grains that are stored for emergency or otherwise

under the table

2010-08-26T19:58:00.004-05:00

there are
too many things

The cow

2010-08-20T08:15:00.003-05:00

( for my friend's thesis on Cow Slaughter bill in India)

improvisation

2010-08-18T12:23:00.008-05:00

Right after I put this up Anish said,
" :) you can not really carry the spinning thing !"
what is it that i do then?
:)

alone!

2010-08-17T11:14:00.008-05:00

park on ink

2010-08-14T07:41:00.001-05:00

park on ink
with no pink

2010-08-02T17:03:00.002-05:00

this is from the multicoloured one

more from it

2010-07-31T09:37:00.005-05:00

from orange diary

2010-07-30T15:49:00.010-05:00

these are some drawings from the last year's orange diary.
last year was so full of work and events that

i had no time to scan these.

they are desperate drawings done in trains, buses, shady hotel rooms and highway villages.

Ambiguity

2010-07-19T14:02:00.003-05:00

joy!

2010-07-04T09:36:00.002-05:00

2010-06-30T14:43:00.001-05:00

Thickskin

2010-06-29T13:31:00.003-05:00

Pain

2010-06-27T10:59:00.002-05:00

Anxiety

2010-06-21T19:32:00.001-05:00

About doing nothing!

2010-06-21T18:25:00.005-05:00

freedom

2010-06-19T14:47:00.008-05:00

story of my head

2010-06-19T14:43:00.006-05:00

Dear friend Sunandini
(http://inktales.wordpress.com/)
inspired me and asked me to put up
some sketchbook drawings.
These are from personal diary that i keep for myself.

hello all!

2010-06-15T22:30:00.004-05:00

Dear friends,
Due to some mysterious action the images on my blog have disappeared.
I am desperately trying to recover them.
Do suggest if you know any way out!

or else will start all over again :)

So please be on my side!

Love
Junuka

j with music

2010-05-29T11:31:00.004-05:00

A with sparrows

2010-05-27T23:58:00.003-05:00

three more women, tres más mujeres

2010-05-25T14:41:00.007-05:00

Aesthetics of Indian Classical music in visuals (parts of a story board)

2010-05-18T10:19:00.035-05:00

This is work in progress, to make an animation film for Bandish Project with music and visuals which unfolds the elements of aesthetics of Indian classical music .This is expected to be a learning tool.

Book Cover for 'The Counsel of Strangers'

2010-05-12T18:56:00.009-05:00

the Counsel of Strangers by Gouri Dange

2010-04-22T20:59:00.016-05:00

This is a bookmark for a new novel by Gouri Dange
the Counsel of Strangers
The novel will be published in July 2010 by omo books.

So watch this space for more.
Read about the novel here

two women, dos mujeres

2010-03-15T18:59:00.005-05:00

Classical Music

2010-01-31T02:29:00.023-06:00

I recently did these very simple Music CD covers
and absolutely loved the musical experience.

two titleds

2010-01-27T12:53:00.005-06:00

two untitleds

2010-01-24T22:46:00.005-06:00

two trees and the smoke

2010-01-15T13:39:00.005-06:00

drawing over some learning

2010-01-11T22:59:00.018-06:00

dos sueños, don swapne, two dreams

2010-01-01T19:47:00.002-06:00

Poem by Langston Hughes

2009-12-26T22:29:00.006-06:00

Jose

2009-12-26T15:45:00.035-06:00

We met a warm old man, Jose . He came from Ecuador. He spoke spanish to us but his native language was Kichwa :The Quichua (Ethnonyms: Kichwa, Qquichua, Quechua, Kechua; Countries inhabited: Bolivia, Peru, Ecuador ; Language family: Andean Equatorial ;Language branch: Aymara-Quechua)
Originally from the mountains he sold caps and mittens on the street in Harvard . We spoke about marathi and he spoke about Kichwa. Learnt what we were called in each others languages sitting at the roadside peeping, leaning comfortably on each others shoulders when the other one wrote to explain the respective words and eventually worlds. It was a very informal and fulfilling experience in a relatively indifferent western world. I felt much reassured.Here are some pages.

Fuzzy Spheres

2009-12-22T17:36:00.005-06:00

(Fuzzy Spheres, water colors and oil pastels on drawing paper)

kahe Kabir

2009-12-07T23:26:00.003-06:00

Sadho Ye Murdon Ka Gaon
Peer Mare, Pygambar Mari Hain
Mari Hain Zinda Jogi
Raja Mari Hain, Parja Mari Hain
Mari Hain Baid Aur Rogi
Chanda Mari Hain, Suraj Mari Hain
Mari Hain Dharni Akasa
Chaudan Bhuvan Ke Chaudhry Mari Hain
In Hun Ki Ka Asa
Nauhun Mari Hain, Dus Hun Mari Hain
Mari Hain Sahaj Athasi
Tethis Koti Devata Mari Hain
Badi Kaal Ki Bazi
Naam Anam Anant Rehat Hai
Duja Tatva Na Hoi
Kahe Kabir Suno Bhai Sadho
Bhatak Maro Mat Koi

- Kabir

and as i understood:
Kabir, urges us to break away from the shackles of this village of the dead ruled by Kala or time. With the 'naam', the unseen god or power.
I wonder being a non believer, what I like so much about this. I think I like the faith in faith, the faith in self hence the faith in the world around. The concern which echos in every line of his about the world only leaves hope behind! It made me believe in myself.It made me believe in making a different world and working hard on the task of making it! He tells me the real meaning of being free. A highly 'concerned' freedom, the true 'fakiri' with the sense of belonging.

ekmekant (within each other) : poster for a play by Lalit Group, Mumbai

2009-11-25T10:33:00.011-06:00

Todi

2009-11-10T15:49:00.017-06:00

Raga Todi came from Turkastan, 'Turushktodi'.
Yesterday was Miya ki Todi. The ga of Todi is to give in, a complete surrender while the pa comes from the backdoor, softly.

the live skeletons remain while the leaves fall away
moving imprints before the snow
down the lane i race
a tangerine evening awakes!

chasing the day

2009-11-10T11:53:00.013-06:00

2009-11-05T13:34:00.004-06:00

webmaker webmaker
who am I?
just a fly in the eye*
or
a catcher in the rye?

*fly in the eye: a term used to explain camera position- point of view of a person/object
(fly : camera, eye: person/object's eye)

one yellow day

2009-11-04T00:27:00.006-06:00

mean free path

2009-10-30T15:21:00.010-05:00

(oil pastels on paper)

The Road I Must Travel (and my sketchbook )

2009-10-29T22:36:00.006-05:00

By Tom Morello : The Nightwatchman

Well I climbed the seven summits
And I swam the seven seas
But the road I must travel
Its end I cannot see
I fought in the jungles
And I fought in the streets
But the road I must travel
Its end I cannot see
Once I had a reason
Don't know what it could be
But the road I must travel
Its end I cannot see
Well I sang to myself
That I want to be free
But the road I must travel
Its end I cannot see

I walked the empty desert
And I was burned in the heat
But the road I must travel
Its end I cannot see
I crossed the frozen wasteland
And in the bitter cold did freeze
But the road I must travel
Its end I cannot see
And I will knock on every door
For I do not have a key
And the road I must travel
Its end I cannot see
Well I sang to myself
That I want to be free
But the road I must travel
Its end I cannot see

They shot a man in Soho
Couldn't guess his age
I found his empty journal
I filled up every page
I called up my state senator
They said he wasn't there
The secretary took my name
And man she sounded scared
So I counted my misfortunes
I added up the blame
I picked through all the garbage
I checked off all the names
I read in the newspaper
They'd questioned all my friends
They hoped that they could find me
Before I struck again
Well I sang to myself
That I want to be free
But the road I must travel
Its end I cannot see

So when thirsty I will drink
When hungry I will steal
But the road I must travel
Its end I cannot see
So tonight I walk in anger
With worn shoes on my feet
But the road I must travel
Its end I cannot see
And I will sing to myself
That I'm gonna be free
But the road I must travel
Its end I cannot see

There's a sign along the highway
But it's too dark now to read

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Evening with Orhan Pamuk in an american church where he read from his book 'Museum of Innocence'

2009-10-29T13:20:00.005-05:00

know u i don't ?

2009-10-29T13:02:00.003-05:00

coimbatore diary

2009-08-08T09:28:00.021-05:00

Writing a diary every day of my increasingly dramatic life in wakefulness and in dreams, has been my dream for years. I never get around to doing it consistently just as many other things i dont update, including this blog. But here is a page from my Coimbatore Diary.Staying in the outskirts of Coimbatore at DJ Academy of Design made me feel like i am soaked in a small windy oasis of the Design World. I came here to teach two courses for seven weeks to two very interesting batches of twelve beautiful people.

We made a few films, watched a lot of films, talked about them and talked about ourselves, too.
Films make us talk about ourselves. They make us talk about ourselves to ourselves. I believe that is when we start looking at the world ...The real looking.
So 8 students made 8 films about themselves and then a film about the flower market in Coimbatore. It was an overwhelming experience since all the films were so different, highly creative and so unique. Though working first time with the camera, constantly searching for the languages of their own. The other batch was of four people, on four different planets. They made a beautiful film on The Wind, personifying it into a character.
The process I insisted was simple. It was to enjoy the effort and not the outcome. We really tripped on it.

Teaching in NID is like working at home, in a place where you know how things work. Teaching in DJ was new and therefore much enlightening. Actually both are two very different experiences on all fronts:The human experience, pedagogical experience and the design experience. Places make people.The visual language, the verbal language, body language, pace of work and the very idea of work is very much dependent on the space where people are working. So Design as a concept also changes wherever it goes. I experienced this as a teacher this time unlike otherwise I do as a designer practicing design. At times I wondered if I am forcing my students to look through the camera the way I look. but realized very soon they were much intelligent and were looking the way they wanted to look, as diligently as I was myself.

Yesterday I dreamt of Coimbatore. The windy roof where we sneaked. The beautiful and cathartic music jam we had the day before I left which summed up everything that I was saying. About getting together, understanding the other, understanding the self, imagine a world together and make music! The films started it, music ended it.

(Hey DJadians I had a good time and I can go on about it. Thank you and so long. Till then finish your assignments! and also help me by uploading your films...)

SWach

2009-07-14T01:20:00.012-05:00

Here is a part of communication work done with Shailja for
Solid Waste Management organisation, SWach, in Pune city.
The character 'Sugandhabai' (Sugandha:the fragrant one), now appears everywhere...

page.1 and 2: a folding brochure

Aurangabad:a few shots...

2009-07-14T00:40:00.014-05:00

Aurangabad: for University of Pune

sleep

2009-06-27T23:53:00.008-05:00

in the cold cold inert hole

i see you

making a magic potion

with

moonlight, tears & some plane powdered dreams

on marriage

2009-06-12T10:42:00.009-05:00

you and i
under the night's sky
like
longing butterflies
in
the swelling cities

2009-04-22T04:16:00.002-05:00

intensity is a shield
attacked and melting...

wait

2009-04-17T03:52:00.006-05:00

am left with only you
a lone cloud you are,
breathing through my skin.
wait before you become water,
am coming with you.

2009-04-08T15:44:00.007-05:00

faceful of spots
soak mouthful of cloud
make nightful of noise

no home when i say when

2009-04-07T09:34:00.008-05:00

no home i say when
i stand by the road
in my small soul
eyes go blinking
small (w)holes of nothings apear
i sleep soemwhere
no home i say
when no one bothers

watersketch of birds

2009-03-30T09:13:00.003-05:00

(ink, salt and water on paper, 13X13 inches)

monotone mantras

2009-03-25T02:36:00.013-05:00

i love it when i sit in the sun
in a life mundane.
and think of you

breakfast, lunch, dinner, breakfast, lunch....
work, home, cooking, trains, roads, walks, work, home,...
coffee, chai,phone,meetings, money, clicks, flicks, flops, coffee, chai...

circles continue like monotone mantras sung for good !

you come around
near my ear, just for a moment or two
i look for your hand
...
are you there?
i am scared now.
monotone mantras have no space for a little dream:
of us standing in front of a giant sculpture
on the face of the blowing wind.

faith and i

2009-03-18T00:44:00.002-05:00

prayer flags in dharamshala, oil pastels on paper

nicobar: between memory & record

2009-03-15T05:42:00.006-05:00

these are works form the islands
now a part of something i am in a process of writing.

birds sleeping 1,2,3

2009-03-11T12:48:00.022-05:00

Teresa island

2009-03-01T23:36:00.007-06:00

teresa is an island in the central group of nicobar islands, near Chowra island. the sea is very rough near these islands and many times ships return before they reach the shore. As i keep saying over and again, people in the islands are just too loving, just the opposite of the rough sea. here is a dream i had last night as i try to remember it...

the ship going to Campbell bay,Great nicobar embarks at Teresa for sometime. i get off the ship and start walking towards the other end of the island, on the one and only road.Met an old uncle who took me to see something which has newly come up in the island.

suddenly the road joins the river.
there was a river.very small river.
and a very very huge dam geting built on it.big concrete standing tall.
stones getting thrown by bulldozers.
land all empty.
forest shifted off the river bank.(dont know how they did it).
fat government officers speaking loudly.
small villagers hanging around.
uncle says,stay with us.his face smiling,wrincles shining in the sun.

the ship honked.honked again.honked the last time.
and i ran towards it to get in.

*there is no river out here in actuality.there isnt any dam.the shore is damaged and people are trying hard to oevrcome the post tsunami crisis.

borders by Nigel Jenkins

2009-02-25T23:42:00.003-06:00

What begins for you

where the waves break

sea or land, land or sky

depends on where you?re coming from,

depends on where you?re going to

and whether you

have legs or fins, lungs or gills.

-Nigel Jenkins

like salt in the sea

2009-02-25T07:46:00.004-06:00

granules is me
living in you
like salt in the sea
eyes are sea
sea is home
home is eyes
my tear is yours
and we become sea

leftovers 1,2,3

2009-02-22T10:12:00.005-06:00

1
2
3
(leftovers1,2,3 ink and salt on paper
with dash of an oil pastel)

tattoo story

2009-02-20T07:58:00.007-06:00

the shop in Dharamshala did a 'permanent' tattoo which fell off in 4 days!
here is the real new one which will never fall.and here is me tripping on it.
i am now getting ambitious and wanting these things all over me.

tattoo shop

2009-02-16T22:26:00.003-06:00

(drawing in Dharamshala, Himachal Pradesh outside a tattoo shop)

as

2009-02-11T12:32:00.007-06:00

as i grow on you
you grow inside me
bit by bit
making me an ocean
of your moon.

in a cupboard with an old shirt

2009-02-05T12:33:00.003-06:00

junuka2009 in sketchbook

Tagged!

2009-02-01T02:21:00.007-06:00

I have been tagged by Soo to do sixth picture meme.here is the 6th picture from my 6th folder.

I recently met my little cousin Ila in goa. She lives in a small town of goa.She is 10 and loves talking in konkani and likes to run around all the time.These are her chappals, always parked in the corner of the courtyard.

Now i am tagging:
1. Anish
2. Noopur
3. Chaitanya
4. Smitha
5. Manaswini
6. Apoorv

This is what you have to do:

pick the 6th picture from your 6th photo folder.
tell the story around it.
pass it onto 6 other people you like.

spying an old shirt

2009-01-29T15:28:00.005-06:00

junuka 2009

bheempalas 3

2009-01-21T20:35:00.014-06:00

high on you.

on
my home with wet walls
on a road with rain drops.

and when my walls fall apart

you trickle in.

bheempalas 2

2009-01-21T02:57:00.007-06:00

no trace of rest
you all keep me busy.

there is a memory of living in a cold green shadow
and there is one of hot blue thickness.
oh and i fergot about that one blowing wind on a very very old night
when i saw you.
BLANK
now i run around a polluted ball of mist, finding memories!
with bheempalas.

bheempalas 1

2009-01-07T13:18:00.008-06:00

walking up the memory lane sometimes i shut certain doors.
i know they will open and i wish they wouldn't.
'bheempalas' opened them and made me feel, why were they ever shut?
it was a pleasant surprise.

more to come, memories are an irresistible species.

noise

2009-01-04T12:08:00.015-06:00

open wires make noisy noise.
these connections make it wise.
i watch you asleep.
deep in me.
and then some sparks.
here and there.

you don't know where i live.
neither do i.
but still

i watch the roof fall.
on us.

2009-01-01T12:15:00.008-06:00

city feels like a solitary confinement.
new year wishes with love and hope.
in solidarity,
junuka

2008-12-24T12:25:00.006-06:00

a
big
black hole says,
welcome!
hit enter?

sketchbook,day 4 and the end.

2008-12-18T23:05:00.010-06:00

sketchbook, day3

2008-12-18T05:10:00.006-06:00

sketchbook,day2

2008-12-16T21:25:00.006-06:00

sketchbook,day 1

2008-12-16T10:21:00.011-06:00

attended the famous sawai gandharva music festival in pune for the first time.
posting the sketchbook here for you.

an ode to deleting

2008-12-02T13:22:00.005-06:00

i cant vanish you.can i?

i dont know how to hide you

but webmaker webmaker

tell me how to live without you?

altered was the light

2008-11-28T11:17:00.005-06:00

studio lamp on 27nov08