Saturday, December 31, 2011

To beautiful transitions...

from one city to another....

one home base to the next....

... one dimension to the next madness....

.... one latitude to another axis... 

..piggie trying to find a home... race to another hunt....

....from one fig to another radish....

As 2011 turns to 2012...

Happy New Year

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

21st Century Chilling...

on Xmas day...four fools in technology and one fool in the wilderness.

Friday, December 23, 2011

You know...

someone said over tacos today. "New York just rips you out. It takes out all your issues and lays them on them smack on table,"...crunch as I bit into a tostada at Mamita's contemplating the Swede's advice.

This town..says Frank Sinatra "is a lonely town"..... snap......I bit into a chilli seed, it sizzles on my tongue...."not the only town, like thissss toowwwwwnnn".

This town is a make you town, or a break you town and bring you downtown...said Bowtie drunk and trying to balance on the L train after accidentally bumping into a former employee. OOPS!

But this town is a quiet town, for a riot town, this town, said Mathias while standing on the stoop of his shop on 9th street, I giggled under my umbrella.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011


Thanks Araav for helping me pass!

Monday, December 5, 2011

Jan 5th 2012

Sweet memories from that wonderful sunlit day.....

Friday, November 18, 2011

The Book of Disquiet

"I feel and I forget. A nostalgia common to all people, because all things invade me like an opium in the cold air. I experience an intimate, false ecstasy of seeing." - Fernando Pessoa.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Everyday is Inspiring in India...

Bus in Powai, Mumbai
Image taken from someones facebook....

Monday, October 31, 2011

Perfect light...

...for the perfect prototype...

Monday, October 24, 2011

Friday, October 14, 2011

String of Nonsense

   I got sucked into a world of no barriers. I was everything and nothing at the

same time, everyone and no one simultaneously. A valid and an invalid suspended on

the delicate string of nonsense. My feet getting cut by the lucid line. I tight rope walked

between the fluctuations of being and not being.

   This string was actually a bridge, that connected two peaks of the Aravalis. Point

A and Point B. Point Happiness, Joy, Existence, Designer babies, Love, Pleasure, the

captured hog, the well fed family, Saks Fifth avenue gift coupon and vast fields of little

yellow lilies. And the other Point Sadness, decrepit pitbul flashes, oozing claws, mange,

scabies, Cyclops, Saks Fifth Ave gift coupon, hate, disease, charred lungs and that ditry

geko that always stuck around the tube light.

   As I juggled back and forth between ying yang, Frida, Turner, sub liminal to

uber hyper realistic authentic official business callings. I stopped to smoke a cigarette.

There I was, the souls of my feet cutting through the string, as my first two toes curled

themselves around the diameter of the thing that was preventing me into falling into the

Vaitrani river. The river of death.

   But, Im on top of the world, so I should feel like that. Like im on top of the world.

But how could I be. The minute I was soaring high in the sky, following with my keen

eyes, the reigns of that gecko always reeled my back into the sick existence that depended

on glue and light. As the tar has satisfactorily sedmented in the base of my life source,

I moved forward, or backward depending whether in that split second I was going from

Point A to Point B or vice versa.

   It all depended on the whether I was about to swoop down and capture that cobra,

and take a big bite of the poisonous hood, or wether in my cocoon, I was morphing into

something so delicate and beautiful that existence started and ended in beauty and

nothing else.

 The problem was, what the hell was I going to do with this Saks Fifth Avenue gift


Tuesday, October 11, 2011

A Threshold Drama

One day, I was sitting in Thompkin Square park, on a bench, contemplating life, watching people go by.
Yuppies and hippies walking their dogs, homeless folk scratching their butts, crack heads splitting their brains, rats running wild and free, pigeons expanding their digestive systems with pieces of chicken-on-rice remainders from the halaal carts and mothers walking by cautiously with their designer babies. In this moment of Arbercrombie and Fitch decrepit pittbul flashes of New York street passerby mania. I looked down at a pigeon that was hovering too close to me. This split second that earned a casual glance of meaningless transfer of information from eye to brain to gut to feeling of salty sweat evaporate in an occasion of summer moisture laden breeze.

The pigeon sneezed!

Yes, this split second, before which I was a clueless individual of the black hole of extreme confusion, concrete clash on natural cosmic methodology. I felt turmoil in my soul boundless of time, reason, urban vigour and human intellect owning the world ideology.

Yes, this split second of reality hits a wall of photosynthetic evolutionary animalistic surreality.

Yes, this split second of inclusion within the world of scavengers, oozing claws, diseased existence of this nasty carrier of nation full of ticks scabies mange and fleas. This rat of the aviary world that eats what it cannot digest, and digests that its system cannot even break down and finally breaks down the urban scavenger food chain. Lounging in the sunlight of artificiality and complex contriving maze labyrinth of New York City. 

Yes, this split second of homosapien partaking in mamalistic dwellings turned the order on its own back and the back into the front, the right into the left and left into oblivion as the aaaaa-turned-into-a-chooooo. I ejected from the park down a spiral of amoebas becoming reptiles, reptiles to amphibians, amphibians to dinosaurs and then a big meteorite hits. Smashes onto my forehead as my spine straightens and I see Manhattan, a wild green island morph into a giant Saks Fifth Avenue.

Yes, this split second of playing in my head: I woke up this morning, smoked a couple of cigarettes, read my book, checked who is popping how many babies on facebook, and who sat with a corona on a Mexican beach. I rolled my memories round and round in the skull which was now a wheel of Russian roulette. Just pull the trigger.

Yes, this split second I continued to wonder where the hell I was. Was I at dead horse point, swimming through the canyons, in a river writing with striations of deposited fossils of those souls that haunt the deep gorges of my gut.

Yes, in this split second I looked back at the time that I suckled the sweet milk of my mothers breast and scratched my tiny fingers on her chest to give me more, to take me back into the womb and give me the refuge of the most ultimate narcissistic woe that would be called my and only my universe.

Yes, in that split second I remembered when I roamed through those caves naked with a spear. Following that dirty hog in the tropical forest, grass under my feet and a thorn in my toe. I had to feed the family and there was a little one on the way. I let those wild dogs loose on those swine. 

Yes, in that split second I was soaring in the sky, circling that slithery cobra, my keen eyes following skillful mass, as it meandered in the river of its own body. And then. The moment was seized and it seized me and I seized it. A wriggling worm stuck to my fork tongue as I used my gecko glue secreting from my stomach on the ceiling of that house, near the tubelight, waiting for the bugs to fly to the light, and what do I find? A caterpillar. The field was filled with yellow lilies, and I ate them all. After all, I had to prepare for my cocoon.

Yes, in that split second those pieces of halaal chicken tasted so damn good. Specially marinated with the dust from many traveling shoes and trespassing bikes. The wheels of the strollers didn’t have much to offer, they were designer. What about cigarette butts? I like those too. The acrid flavour of the tobacco and nicotine are what a pigeon needs sometimes. If those bloody humans can have those, then so can I. As for eating my cousins, well, its halaal. My shrink tells me I can’t eat my own kind, I can’t really break them down, it oozes out of my feet.

Yes, in that split second, I got sucked into a world of no barriers. I was everything and nothing at the same time, everyone and no one simultaneously. A valid and an invalid suspended on the delicate string of nonsense. Such a long journey I have taken, from the deep recesses of the jungle. From the realm of not how and why and who but IS IS IS and more IS. Not tis my darling. It is IS. Not tis cos Shakespeare is dead.

Yes, in this split second, there was one and only one way to get to the other side. I had been manipulated. I was sucked into a vortex. I wanted to cross over. There was no other way, but to do one and only one thing.

So I did it.

I said “Bless you”.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Un expected!

A little sparkle from the gods, a little surprise from the sun....and life just seems so swell when failures lead to great discoveries!

Saturday, September 17, 2011


...the seasons are changing.....
...time for some psychedelic zucchinis!...

Monday, September 12, 2011

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Late night...

East Village hanging out...


Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Time for Filmy Dramas.


When I went on a hike one day in Old Greenwich with one stressed out sister, hairy brother and confused brother in law. Out comes a wild hare from the bushes. 
Slowly and steadily I approached the wild hare to catch a close glimpse with my camera. But as soon as  it noticed a shutter happy tourist, a confused brother in law, a hairy brother and a not so stressed out anymore because of the hike sister...
It ran away from me. 
And ode to life's wonderful surprises. 

Friday, July 15, 2011


My only hope is...

...that you are well on your way.... finally seeing the light. 


This post is dedicated to those who could not carry on anymore, and steered their lives, on their own accord to another realm that might perhaps be kinder to them, than the ones they experienced and endured.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Friday, June 10, 2011

Eye Contact!

At the Museum of Arts and Design June 6th 2011 in collaboration with my esteemed fellow students at Gallatin NYU

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Heal, Repair, Hurt and Rehurt,

Sometimes some wounds dont heal....

Even if you get the best medicine.......

Sometimes the bug doesnt leave your body....

Not because it doesnt want to leave....but because sometimes you dont let it....

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Random chance!!!!!!!!

And this is what happens to a random pile after Svea rolled around in it in juvenile jest. 
The next logo for the next world cup/olympics...something? Perhaps? 

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Animation mapping!!!

Always a first time!!!!!!!

All this for a 30 sec clip!!!!! the madness of art!

The Art of Animation!!!