Down the memory lane & into my Rajasthan trip archives. In Bikaner we stayed at this grungy old world heritage Haveli called the Bhairon Vilas.We reached this place at some ridiculous hour at midnight and walked straight into the bedroom we had booked for the night. This leg of the journey was to be short, we were to set off the next day to Jaisalmer. So we walked in with eyes not quite wide open & quite tired into the bedroom and our eyes widened, and widened... what was this?? One look towards the moth eaten old fabric draped near the headboards and we cracked up!!! This bedroom certainly had a lot of charachter. In anycase we were seriously tired & this wore down the shock of the room quicker than we imagined.
We
woke up, stepped out for breakfast & and what we saw really charmed
us. Bharon Vilas had more going for it than the interesting bedroom we
found ourselves in, we had a nice breakfast with a musician playing live
for us. And this place was gorgeous, without wasting words, see for
yourself the unintentionally funny bedroom & lots of sunlit
Rajasthani beauty. Bhairon Vilas was a brilliant mix of grunge, quiet
charm & dramatic stunning.
It feels good to be back here. I really miss blogging when I don't manage to make time for it. How have you guys been? I'd love to heat whats been happening at your end :) and what is it that you wish you could make more time for?
Does it happen to you that when you see someone's work you just become
happy, like you feel like singing happy? It suddenly makes you want to pick up your sketchbook if you have
one & makes you want to buy one if you don't. It makes you
feel you can have fun, because someone has had it & it reaches your
heart & you are smiling like an idiot. This doesn't happen often to
me, but when it happens its like a turning point & can change or put a
full stop to or begin an entire phase that could last months. It is
that point that changes everything. So suddenly when I saw these images
in pinterest pinned by Quratulain Ahmed whose boards I follow and find
immense resonance with, I stopped & I HAD to see more of this. The
art I discovered belonged to one of Germany's most renowned and
frequently awarded artist, Olaf Hajek. "Hajek focuses enthusiastically on wonder, heroic acts, hallucinations,
and fairytale motifs. With artistic virtuosity and intellectual
calculation he relocates and recombines various captions of reality,
planting them within new and exciting mystical connotative frameworks." as quoted in Johanssen Gallery.




And any artist who does such beautiful typography is a man after my own heart.


The dishy artist at work.
An image like this is so precious, because (I don't know if you feel like this) the art you see has so captured your imagination, almost unreal & you are constantly trying to think of how the artist works. And here you feel like you've suddenly entered his studio are looking at him bent over his work, working in solitude. Its just killer, isn't it?
The Made by Hand Exhibition I participated on Saturday was a happy day. If I had any second thoughts about continuing my line of products (it seems everyone these days is making products and selling them online) they were laid to rest firmly. The amount of love, appreciation and respect that I got was a clear message to me. To stay on the path and to continue to do what I was doing. The fact that the event was organised by good friends Neelam Mulla & Neelima Kamboj was an added bonus & the happiest making thing being I shared my stall with Desiree Bradford, creator of Goodie Bags, and maker of the most yummilicious cakes & pastries.


If you want to buy Leenata's gorgeous art or see more of it, click here
If you want to order the gorgeous looking pastries and cake pops by Desiree, write to her at goodiebagco@gmail.com
Its been a long time since I last came here. A really long time. When the break started I had no clue it will last this long. But I needed time off to just be quiet. Shut up actually. Look in, rest. Also I was a little appalled by how much time I was spending on Facebook. So I said enough. I went home to my family home in Kerala for a bit. Just ate, slept, rested, watered plants and I was off computers except to check an important mail here and there. For a while now I have known that when I work I can't stop working and when I rest, I find it, lets say not very appealing to come back to work :) So this is what I really want: to work every day and to rest everyday. And to do each completely. To really honour my body and not take it for granted.
Whatever I do here, I've wanted to do with integrity and honesty, and to post only when my heart really wants me to. So here I am, picking up where I left off, getting ready to be at another exhibition & I remember the last, which was a very different exhibition for me, where I actually got the chance to hangout with my fellow stall owners. And we have the kind of camaraderie that comes from knowing and understanding all that it takes to start and sustain a business, experiences, learnings and then just a lot of fun cause we are all mad in different ways :)
Whatever I do here, I've wanted to do with integrity and honesty, and to post only when my heart really wants me to. So here I am, picking up where I left off, getting ready to be at another exhibition & I remember the last, which was a very different exhibition for me, where I actually got the chance to hangout with my fellow stall owners. And we have the kind of camaraderie that comes from knowing and understanding all that it takes to start and sustain a business, experiences, learnings and then just a lot of fun cause we are all mad in different ways :)








I met Riddhika Jesrani when we shared the stall last year at Black Taxi's exhibition. We've been in touch ever since and she is one talented powerhouse who inspires me endlessly. Riddhika is a mad hatter and so is her Ganpathy - I've never seen a cooler version, complete with keds and sitting on a radio no less.


The bonus was ofcourse the live band playing right in front of the stalls. The band Something Relevant really enjoyed their music and so did the audience.

































