A Calling Story

As one wakes up to a dreamy morning of Bangalore, wonders what color it has in its small kitty to offer. As one walks through its man-size potholes, wonders at the giant-size blocks of concrete. With a mundane feel and grey skies, one treads along the buzzing traffic of this city; only to realize that…

Archeology. Neighbourhood. Public Art

The team is working like a well-oiled machine. All of the last weeks’ work, brainstorming, research and careful documentation,  is beginning to see the light of day. Its almost like magic. For the first time, I’m not trying to do everything myself, but rather work closely with the core team to build something together. The…

Together

    Why is this image of an old phone booth under a flyover (UFO) so deeply embedded in my head. Bright red. Blood red. Exposed. Contained. An open wound. A slit on the wrist of this giant hand that has placed itself amidst the microcosm of daily human life. The UFO is an alien…

Doodles and Deconstructions

Its an unsettling process. Asking people who are in their 80’s to talk about their past…as if to underline by our desire to capture their experiences, their fragile mortality. Having a child has had a similar effect on me – in that I realize that my role is to be a “good” memory to him, and…

Of Jaagarnauts and Demons

The last few days have been a blur. The Malleshwaram Calling team is quite a little jaagarnaut orbiting in dizzying circles around our beautiful new Jaaga DNA studio. Swooping in and out, picking up where the other left off. Leveraging Slack, WhatsApp and collaborative online documents, while checking off tasks on a tightly managed spreadsheet…

Malleshwaram Memories to Travel Time

Leaving home, Bangalore, Malleshwaram in 2000 to study at NID, and then to return in 2005, only to jump into the strange new world of high tech urbanity that Bangalore had morphed into was both unsettling and disorienting. Surrounded by new people – immigrants from across the world, it felt like I was travelling but…

Prologue

Having grown up in the neighbourhood of Malleshwaram, Archana Prasad, the artist, has been grappling with the fast disappearing narratives and places that bind the neighbourhood together. Stories of the past that connect people and places, carry a sense of allure and bring us a much needed notion of continuity, of being part of a larger…