Drawing

11 august, 2025

Monday

11:26 pm

My first post on Medium. lets see how this flows. I have been writing on wordpress for almost 12 years and then i stopped. There was no point of sharing anything there. I wrote personally only on a word document for the next one year.

This post is dedicated to my thoughts on Drawing and it would be good to write in in a public platform.

I parked my car outside Triveni Kala Sangam hoping i might catch an exhibition. Both the exhibition spaces were empty, exhibtions pulled down. So i left. With my one foot in pain, i wanted to do that bare walking of few steps maybe. I wanted to tire myself out. The air had very less humidity and i was thinking how life passed by. I will slowly expand my thoughts on drawing as i write further.

Triveni kala sangam has a round about which has sculptures on it. The whole area has been revamped and the government decides to put one in the center of the circle, depicting indian culture. So we don’t have art anymore. Art is history, its now decisions by the beurocracy only. I walk pass the circle crossing bhagwan dass road, sikandara road, heading to coppernicaous marg road. I have reached Lalit kala. Outside i remember a lady would make fresh fruit chaat. And the chai corner is still there.

As i stood inside Lalit kala exhibiton, of National exhibtion event, i started to weep. No tears but internal pain. This weeping is different. This is like my intenstines are crying and my internal organs only cry when i dont know what is going on in the art world, and in this case, this exhibition. I wanted to see a drawing, a good composition but it was not there. And why you may ask? I will tell you why and i will also come to what is drawing and why drawing fails in the indian context. why the line is missing in such works and so where is the line? Defoinitely it is not the “nara’ of my pyjama.

Nara is the string which holds the pants. It is missing, every where i go it is missing. Now my foot had tested its limits. With low Vitamin D levels and a flat feet syndrome i made my way back to my car parked at Triveni. I again crossed the same roads but in reverse. I crossed National School of Drama which is nothing but drama and i crossed Shri Ram Center for plays and theaters. I reached my car and looked at the open dust bin. I threw away some wrappers into it, as a symbolic act of emptyting the trash from my mind. You can try it sometime. If you throw garbage as a ritual, something does empty itself. I felt light after throwing and i sat down in my car and with AC on, my sweats dried up. I started to text back to people. I knew the very holy thoughts of drawing will come to me now. And they did.

The holy thoughts are as follows. When we work small scale, we keep improvising but when we scale up, we lose improvisation. We lose control.

11:42 pm