freedom

story of my head

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!

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

A with sparrows

three more women, tres más mujeres

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

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'

the Counsel of Strangers by Gouri Dange

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

Classical Music

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

two titleds

two untitleds

two trees and the smoke

drawing over some learning

dos sueños, don swapne, two dreams

Poem by Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up

Like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore--

And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?

Or crust and sugar over--

like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags

like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

Langston Hughes

Jose

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

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

kahe Kabir

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.