in the news ! finally! (not really) December 21 The Hindu Young World

A workshop on comics. Artist Fracois Dermaut gave us a few tips on story telling for comics/graphic novels. That was the most he could do with the 2 hours alloted to him.

santa claws

porthole

monk & student

monk in a setting - practice

'Don't move till I tell you to '

monk - rough

head

where are my roses

paper cat

Yeah I suck at photography, but heres my latest:a stylised big cat made out of cardboard

down to the mayor's office

...and a little later

town at twilignt - practice

Have always been weak at creating rich backgrounds. Some of my posts will probably be practice sketches like these...until I get all moody and depressed ofcourse.

no title

decadence

scream, lust, kill, hurt, steal, suck, die

freezing out the fire

a desolation song

so close

Seemed so close,I thought I had touched you.But I was only looking through my telescope. How far do I have to travel to get to where you are?

the stage

They screamed and clapped when he cried and crawled.
Cheered him on as they watched him fall.
They watched the part that they knew well.
Rapt, in their seats till the intermission bell.

The script then took a twisted route.
He stabbed the hero, put his lights out.
He faced the audience as they cowered in fear.
His fury cost him more than his career.

hunger (continued)

Everything else seems so trivial. Pride vapourizes into emptiness. This attachment fills me and kills me.

hunger

I'm suspended, like in a gel. Warm glowing yellow tufts hover around me, murmuring things I like to hear in a voice I love. A soothing friction brushes me, makes me weak.

negligible

sinking down to the depths,
I feel my head flood with water
and with thought...
I am now truly lost…I join the fish.

I wish to skip my turn forever.

who's got my brew

The accordion plays on and we thump the wooden tables with fists, cold brew and foam flying all over the place . I look around for my own pint... Hey! somebodys got my mug of beer!

garden

A plodding tempo, breaks down to a melancholy near silence and then works itself into a controlled frenzy. A parasite searches damp floors and humus for a loved one. He finds her rotting, decomposing...soon to join him in his microscopic world