Friday, February 05, 2016
Thursday, January 14, 2016
Thursday, January 07, 2016
For National Geographic Traveller India (January 2016) © Amruta PatilMy heart always belonged to the allegedly-mad ones. Ferdinand Cheval's Ideal Palace reminded me of Nek Chand's Rock Garden in Chandigarh. Tireless acts of love that seek no instant validation. For more installments of Book of Hours: http://amrutapatil.blogspot.fr/search/label/Book%20of%20Hours
Thursday, November 19, 2015
From my w-i-p graphic novel 'Sauptik' © Amruta Patil 2015Neti Neti (Not This, Not This) and Iti Iti (And This, And This): Austere sister, sensuous sister. Each keeps the other in check: from abstemious parch; from festering excess.|(From left to right): Neti Neti and Iti Iti. Yogini-Apsara. Bhikshuni-Dakini. High Priestess-Pregnant Empress.
Thursday, November 12, 2015
For National Geographic Traveller India (November 2015) © Amruta Patil
Sunday, September 06, 2015
For National Geographic Traveller India (September 2015) © Amruta Patil
This installment of my visual-musing column is about a ceremonial hunter's shirt from the North African Sahel (most likely Mali). As the hunter slowly becomes one with his environment, so too does his shirt transform. To view image in larger size, click HERE.
Saturday, September 05, 2015
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Friday, July 10, 2015
For National Geographic Traveller India (July 2015) © Amruta PatilThis installment of my visual-musing column, about Kamakhya Temple, is particularly dear to me. Seems like the hokey-est of desi justifications to do this or that, but the visit to Kamakhya in Assam happened because of lucid dream-beckoning. More 'Book of Hours': http://amrutapatil.blogspot.fr/search/label/Book%20of%20Hours
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Friday, June 05, 2015
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
For National Geographic Traveller India (May 2015) © Amruta PatilLatest miniscule-visual-musing column is about the poders - bakers of traditional Goan bread - of Taleigao, Goa. This padaria (or 'poderia', bakery) is a particular favourite for its crumbling but ambient setting, excellent undé, and warm-hearted people. No matter how hard it rains, poders get around; reassuring pau-pau-pau horn, doughty bicycle with oversize blue tarp-covered bread basket. To see other installments of 'Book of Hours': http://amrutapatil.blogspot.fr/search/label/Book%20of%20Hours
Friday, April 17, 2015
For National Geographic Traveller India (March 2015) © Amruta PatilMy last column was about Khuldabad, where lies the tomb of the disliked-by-modern-consensus Aurangzeb, Emperor whose name is now an adjective for things one fears in a leader. I found his resting place far more moving than the funerary ostentations of his family members. Reminder to dismiss none, specially not the despicable. To view other installments of Book of Hours: http://amrutapatil.blogspot.fr/search/label/Book%20of%20Hours
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
The umbilical is cut. Parted with artwork originals for the first time. 3 multi-image sequences, a diptych and one solo image from Adi Parva will soon be in private collections. Thank you for the quiet, ergonomic gift of wings. And do check my website (click here) for future notices about artwork originals on sale.
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Friday, January 16, 2015
Wednesday, January 07, 2015
For National Geographic Traveller India (January 2015) © Amruta PatilAbout Alsace, Andlau Abbey and Europe's steadily-effaced Bear mythology. The Bear King was reduced and humiliated, while the Lion crowned in his stead. Kiss blown in the direction of Mister Noia for sms-counsel.
Monday, January 05, 2015
From 'Sauptik: Sleeping Ones, Rise' (work-in-progress graphic novel) © Amruta Patil 2015Apart from the serpents that weigh down her ankles and the lightning that cracks overhead, Abhisarika Nayika (one who sets out, against all odds, to meet the lover) is often shown with ghoulish entities. I imagine the wizened lady to be the embodiment of unnamed fears and what-ifs; the one who stokes hearts with apprehension at nighttime, and still the stubborn abhisarikas keep on walking.