Friday, 13 September 2013

Visual Concepts and Interpretations of The Lessons

The 'brooding dog', on his day off! This breed of dog, the Alsatian, is most commonly associated to the whole concept of 'A brooding watch dog'. I loved how carefree this one was. Shows a contrast to the Imagery used by Kamala Das, in 'My Grandmother's House'.

Inspired by P. Sainath's film 'Nero's Guest'.

Took this one in the rain, hence the haziness. Just a simple play on darkness, light and reflections.

Slow shutterspeed photography. The line of light is traced from a car headlight. You can see a hazy figure passing through the circle (Which was, incidentally, a stack of cycle tires). Just more play on light and darkness, and darkness concepts.

The Blind Windows. This expression has been used in several poems. Kamala Das uses it to describe the blindness of the now empty house, indicating that there was no longer any life behind those windows.

This was an ancient, worn down, dilapidated house's balcony. Thought the imagery suited Kamala Das's poem beautifully.

There is no true darkness to be felt without the light.

I found that the chapter 'South Indian Filter Coffee with Amma' by Julie Sahni, was mostly about time, and memories. I went out looking for a picture to conceptualize that, and found three grandfather clocks in a row, each reading different times; like a timeline of sorts?

Narain Bawa's religious scripts, perhaps?
('Lajwanti' by Rajinder Singh Bedi'

Organic compost, displayed at the Christ University waste management centre. A remedy that is being pushed to farmers by environmentalists all over the world. This one, again, was inspired by Sainath's 'Nero's Guest'

All dressed up, and on the way to the Atghara-Bakdheegi cricket match. Shot this close to Kanteerva stadium. Hard to resist the implication of a reluctant mother-in-law watching her daughter's husband in some cricket match. This one was inspired by Moti Nandy's 'uMPiring'

Another picture inspired by 'My Grandmother's House'. The black and white effect shows the coldness of the house, devoid of any love.

Milind Yohann Mathew

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