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Art is a beautiful expressive medium that touches the life of each viewer in a special way. For some, collecting art is a form of therapy, for some, it is a mode of soul-searching and for some, it is an effort to piece together the essence of the world. The … Continue Reading
On Saturday, 23rd October, KMC Manipal’s Art Club, Artefact, hosted a bookmark and origami making workshop called the Artisans Hub. This Halloween themed event took place in the Interact hall in the evening, wherein the students who participated were taught how to make their own origami dragons and beautifully … Continue Reading
Art is a form of expression which has the powerful capacity of illustrating narratives and perspectives, which might be open to interpretation or be direct. Since the days of cave paintings, art has been a vital mode of communication of political trends around the world. In today’s age, protests have … Continue Reading
Far too often, people tend to judge art based on their perception of the artist at an individual level. For some artists, their past—the sorrows, struggles, and failures they’ve endured—adds a certain depth to the emotions they try to convey. For others with less than glorious track records, their past … Continue Reading
“Joel #556, you are now to partake in a state-recommended nap. Proceed to close your eyes,” said Ms Carol #325. Joel #556 duly complied. Deep down, however, he didn’t want to take a nap. In fact, he didn’t want to be at school in the first place.
Joel #556, or … Continue Reading
The spotlights focus. The curtain draws. The gavel strikes for the third time. And sold.
On 5th October 2018, right after the closing bid, UK’s favourite artwork (according to a Samsung poll in 2017), ‘Girl with Balloon’, began to self-destruct. However, it stopped midway, giving us probably the most … Continue Reading
Tonight will be a spectacular display of our emotions
I buy a bottle of wine, a basket of sunflowers
You bring the matches, the paint
And as usual,
All the wrong things to say.
I break the glasses, you burn the flowers
I kiss your tears goodnight
And we … Continue Reading
Inhaling a long drag from his chillum
Waiting for the smoke to clear up,
Stood the lithe figure of Neelkanth.
Dark majestic hair cascading down,
His broad, muscular shoulders,
Like the gentle flow of the Ganges.
Battle scars gleaming in the moonlight,
Off his tranquil back, he waited.
A sudden … Continue Reading
Your hand grips the steering wheel while the other rests upon my thigh
I used to watch you out of the corner of my eye, sheepish
when you caught me staring,
like a child who had been caught stealing
cookies from the cookie jar.
But now I do it blatantly,… Continue Reading
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