Am I the only one who see’s an installation in everything. Just a week before I was driving down from Pune and what caught my attention were the trucks , not just the sound of the horn and smoke but the colors used to paint the thing. Whoa!! Bright florescent pink truck just passed me, gosh I really envy some people. I can never have the courage to paint my car pink or some florescent shade though I’d like to. So I got back home and wrote this blog, and got some pictures of the trucks and how they are painted. Funny how we notice things everyday but don’t consider it art, maybe I am an eccentric and crazy artist but am always fascinated by such things. Of late I have started making self-portraits will post pictures latter once they are done, every artist I guess does have phases in their lives and currently I move around the city with my camera trying to get pictures and situations that actually fascinate me.
Mumbai to me is what New York is too Woody Allen..I am
posting something now which Woody Allen said about his city, just change the
New York to Mumbai and you will know how I feel about my city..
WOODY
ALLEN ABOUT NEW YORK, ROUBLE NAGI ABOUT MUMBAI.. CAN’T SAY IT BETTER THAN
THIS...
Chapter 1.
He adoredNew York City (MUMBAI). He idolized it all out of proportion...no, make
that: he - he romanticized it all out of proportion. Yes. To him, no matter
what the season was, this was still a town that existed in black and white and
pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin.'
Er, tsch, no, missed out something.
Chapter 1.
He was too romantic aboutManhattan, (MUMBAI) as he was about
everything else. He thrived on the hustle bustle of the crowds and the traffic.
To him, New York (MUMBAI)meant beautiful women and street-smart guys who
seemed to know all the angles...'. No, no, corny, too corny for a man of my
taste. Can we ... can we try and make it more profound?
Chapter 1.
He adoredNew York City(MUMBAI), To him, it was a
metaphor for the decay of contemporary culture. The same lack of individual
integrity that caused so many people to take the easy way out was rapidly
turning the town of his dreams in ...'
No, that's a little bit too preachy. I mean, you know, let's face it, I want to sell some books here.
Chapter 1.
He adoredNew York City,(MUMBAI) although to him it was a
metaphor for the decay of contemporary culture. How hard it was to exist in a
society desensitized by drugs, loud music, television, crime, garbage...'
Too angry, I don't want to be angry.
Chapter 1.
He was as tough and romantic as the city he loved. Behind his black-rimmed glasses was the coiled power of a jungle cat.'
I love this.
New York (MUMBAI) was his town, and it always would be...”
He adored
Er, tsch, no, missed out something.
Chapter 1.
He was too romantic about
Chapter 1.
He adored
No, that's a little bit too preachy. I mean, you know, let's face it, I want to sell some books here.
Chapter 1.
He adored
Too angry, I don't want to be angry.
Chapter 1.
He was as tough and romantic as the city he loved. Behind his black-rimmed glasses was the coiled power of a jungle cat.'
I love this.