What if the gods left the heaven and chilled with us mere mortals? A light-hearted project that imagines their alternate lives. Right here in the city of Bombay.
Welcome to 'The God Life'.
Ogilvy and Nandan
OgilvyOne Worldwide Mumbai. My first agency. My home away from home.
This is where I lost my inhibitions, found my voice, learned life-long lessons, earned life-time friends. Here I found my words and my art. Some pain, some glory. And lastly, I was also diagnosed with David Ogilvy's Divine Discontent.
'Ogilvy and Nandan' is a graphic story that celebrates my five-year journey. Every illustration is hand-drawn by me, digitally mastered by Hetal while words were weaved with Aditi. All this was printed on a beautiful paper and then bound together by hands. This makes the book, hand-made and heart-made.
Several copies were gifted to seniors and colleagues on my last day. Some copies were sent to future employers as this was my resume too.
Hope you enjoy this journey. P.S. Love you David.
Home: Mural For A Community Centre
Scribble Foundation and Corp Mumbai, are these two cool NGOs that help communities in Bombay.
Priya Dali and I were selected to paint 13 walls for a community centre in Thane. These walls were for kids who live in homes not as cozy and as clean as ours. We conducted a workshop to interact with the kids and after hearing their ideas we drew a future home for them.
You are welcomed with cool nimbu paani and watermelons. Swim in a huge wave of pencils, lemons and turtles, that goes in an ear. On the other side you can fly with the cutest whale in the clouds. Then you will see that the house is on the moon! of course there are pets: a six-eyed cat and a farting crocodile. chirpy ice-creams chill in the balcony (they yell 'didi' and 'sir' a lot). From there you can see the nameless wild animal chase helicopters in the garden. And lastly, a sweet goodbye from the friends Scribble FoundationCORP India and Priya Dali
This was special for two reasons. For the very first time, I felt a part of an art community. And it was a sheer pleasure interacting with children.
Giving up. Smoking up. Self-love. Ramen. Multiple naps. Desserts. Lo-fi playlists. Dancing. Missing your ex. Long, warm baths. And black coffee. Just some ways to lose your Sunday and enjoy it.
A note to self.
If you are hurt, show it.
If you are angry, stare it.
If you are fucking bored, yawn it.
If you are missing someone, shed it.
If you are feeling a little crazy, go for it.
When We Were Young
Old photographs tell a story. But I wanted to continue that story. I wanted to write a narrative of the present, on a photograph of the past.
When We Were Young is a photo-narrative series where I interact with an old photograph by illustrating on it.
There are two collections presented here. One belongs to Aditi. Beautiful moments captured by her father and mother. The other is mine. Photographer, my entire family. The scanned photos were selected based on the composition, the feel and the significance of the moment.
Help me take this series ahead. How? Just send me scans of old photographs from your collection. And let those memories, be forever young.
The Things Inside Us
Quiet down on some nights. And close your eyes. You can hear. There are things inside you.
They are your beat. They are your mood. They are the things unsaid to you. There are things inside you.
Always let them guide you. Always get lost in them. When the world seems barren. There are things inside you.
Parenting Tips for Kids
Parents are the new kids. This is how I am dealing with mine. :)
My life would have been miserable if I had not discovered the joy of illustrations.
Whenever I illustrate, I feel connected to Mike Giant, Jamie Hewlett. Mike Mignola. Paul Pope. Victo Ngai. Sachin Teng. Moebius, Ryan Andrews.
Hours will be spent, bent on a piece of paper. Drawing. Doubting. Sleeping over it. Sleeping on it. Feet will be tapped. Frank Ocean will be crooning. Pencil will be chewed again. This, right here, is my happy place.
My usual companions are pencils, erasers, sharpeners, Shinhan markers, Steadler colours, Trimax black refill, Camlin inks and Spotify.
I am here and somewhere else when I illustrate.
The first time I saw a canvas board, I wanted to smell the dry sea of threads. Touch the white serenity that stayed in there. The moment I bought it I felt like an artist.
Canvas is romantic. Canvas is an experience. Canvas is also fucking tough. Some of the works presented here are made with Ink, Water Colours, Acrylics, Markers and some Mango Pickle Oil. Yes, you read it right.
I prefer canvas boards for portrait work. If you want me to paint one of yours or if you wish to gift someone theirs, just email me.
Needles of Change
Tear yourself apart Stitch yourself new
Be discreet about the pain And precise about the view
Faith will fly back And the universe will take a note of you
You are the one who will tear You are the one who will sew
Take the matter in your own hands Take the Needles of Change
Aryz. Mike Giant. Nychos. Oh man! These guys made me fall in love with Murals.
Painting a mural is one of the best experiences out there. Sizing up the wall, conceptualising the piece with context to the wall, painting for hours with headphones on, goofy poses, inviting people to help you finish and most importantly the chance of showcasing your work on a huge and permanent platform - scary and radical!
I have done both personal and commissioned murals. With my sister Chiku on my side, who is studying to become a fine artist. A big shoutout to this wonderkid.
When we shifted homes a couple of years back, we had a few old cupboards that we wanted to discard. But a family friend suggested that we keep the cabinet doors as we may need them someday. Bless that friend. And bless those doors.
One day, when i got bored of drawing on paper, i gave these wooden panels a try. And man! It was fun. The texture, the way I drew, the subjects - everything was different.
llustrated with ink, markers, sketch-pens and acrylics, these old doors got a new life. And so did my art.
By the way, I need new doors/wooden panels. Any donors?