tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36468444343638377532024-03-23T03:14:30.437-07:00Dimple B ShahProfessional Artist (Print, Painting, Performance and Installation)Dimple B Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07588085428932149438noreply@blogger.comBlogger138125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646844434363837753.post-42671685676210274032023-12-19T11:13:00.000-08:002023-12-19T11:13:02.745-08:00Pomegranate Prayer<h3 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;">Collaboration with the Rieko Shimizu</span></h3><div><b><span style="color: #ffa400;">Uratan Concalve 2023, Utkal University of Culture</span></b></div><div><span style="color: #ffa400;">Bhubaneshwar, Orissa 9th to 12th December </span></div><div><span style="color: #ffa400;">curated by Umesh Nayak</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh09HgbrP-f3qvKg90tdu46f8WQWEd26QfA4_QeL2VCPAkXbsn32UdzhFEr0d1t82MEgwsHneKUcvE8VCKKCE6UdMj4BT046ymMCzoGVDT-YXW7ThyH15NKl2yKQLPmBYgHep9fz7Nw1ff3bEi0XNfB2wgsZfWNlJXekvEjKQSGyLChkmdcfBAKxC47ToS9/s1080/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="727" data-original-width="1080" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh09HgbrP-f3qvKg90tdu46f8WQWEd26QfA4_QeL2VCPAkXbsn32UdzhFEr0d1t82MEgwsHneKUcvE8VCKKCE6UdMj4BT046ymMCzoGVDT-YXW7ThyH15NKl2yKQLPmBYgHep9fz7Nw1ff3bEi0XNfB2wgsZfWNlJXekvEjKQSGyLChkmdcfBAKxC47ToS9/w640-h430/2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This performance collaboration started with my spontaneous response to the pomegranate Fruit. During conversations with Reiko, she explained she will use 51 pomegranates to represent 51 Shakti peetha that represent (Sati). I love pomegranate fruit as each fragment of the fruit is complete by itself and represents feminine energy. I instantly said yes to work and collaborate with her. We had a brief conversation with Reiko and I brainstormed for one night how I could collaborate with Reiko and laid a plan for action and collaborations on how and where we perform and how we reach the water pond( as one of the elements for performance was to cleanse the stains and ourselves). I could connect to feminine energy, whatever name we like to call it (The famine energy we experience in physical, emotional and spiritual terms). I wanted to collaborate since it engages me with energy and red seed. I wanted to be involved and engage intimately in making physical and spiritual connections to the seeds and performing. Reiko's collaborator had her way of connecting intimately with pomegranates. The performance was intense, forgetting the harsh Sun was concentrating on the mala of pomegranates opening the mala that Reiko had made 12 knots, 51 pomegranates opening to an unknown self.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOdhYpuQLgWwyOEmtWjhpPIsHZJ2shWgsrBPKY8zhP5HFoTcGTtMmc5hGJ2Wm3AaFzDzgnAPxLsb-35HH9LGHOxFUlsiyZdJg5Kvmmb23O-UY2wDbGfeTwJVWfKUnh1L3EmuakIoJIug3rPNhVW_GEol-2_U_gWXzud-Lu-4CARgYx83T4Q8NCXFB0ulFK/s2048/409841644_10163288031224838_4547362924006326507_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOdhYpuQLgWwyOEmtWjhpPIsHZJ2shWgsrBPKY8zhP5HFoTcGTtMmc5hGJ2Wm3AaFzDzgnAPxLsb-35HH9LGHOxFUlsiyZdJg5Kvmmb23O-UY2wDbGfeTwJVWfKUnh1L3EmuakIoJIug3rPNhVW_GEol-2_U_gWXzud-Lu-4CARgYx83T4Q8NCXFB0ulFK/w640-h480/409841644_10163288031224838_4547362924006326507_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-uzVix6douXd5bEVTkM0I-G7hf1ghVzBbmyNmRWAjDR6MMIFg3bUzTuG0PF_G8sA9N_s9CliX6mddUiJBRV0xquyj5RDMa9ESO6zbweTl70ztk_VVajo6pvWsqE15n3m8cL5N-USoicrDpaKAdtn_ADu04InFUFFRlFTmBBHjTJPgz5QEi_s3I11IyaHp/s750/IMG_20231219_230556_926.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; font-size: large; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="750" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-uzVix6douXd5bEVTkM0I-G7hf1ghVzBbmyNmRWAjDR6MMIFg3bUzTuG0PF_G8sA9N_s9CliX6mddUiJBRV0xquyj5RDMa9ESO6zbweTl70ztk_VVajo6pvWsqE15n3m8cL5N-USoicrDpaKAdtn_ADu04InFUFFRlFTmBBHjTJPgz5QEi_s3I11IyaHp/w640-h426/IMG_20231219_230556_926.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As I opened one by one opening to its essence, squeezed the juice and the elixir of fruit juice was dripping on my body and soul, soaked in its juice and 12 0 clock-sharp sunlight sweat, each drop of each piece of fruit narrating its intense spiritual connection. I felt lost and immersed in that moment stained white sari lay on the floor. The white saree represented a blank page of my life chapter, getting stains in the process of experiencing the moment the sari was washed in the dirty pond water. Finally, we wrap ourselves in a stained and washed sari and share that moment and a stained and washed Saree together. A journey was to an inner space of identity, a spiritual path, a taste elixir connecting to a collaborating partner for that moment became part of yours.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><b>Dimple B Shah 19th December 2023</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcvdTyjuDWPbTo_ailwTZdCvPHsFGCayVRtqm3zVEkKyMs0lUM0ckS7EInN6cDtj3mIlO-Zy6NP8sgZddI24PhhYSeLnf4bOx5RYFrNMhHUWI2VYDRdTctfFAq2I5Z33v4J1JkNCKZsvEi_jDHi3QAPNvS6vIVvburfYf_9ogUNIo6gbJd7hqpLaSSwmDe/s2048/409871388_10163288032984838_2293624137727462666_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcvdTyjuDWPbTo_ailwTZdCvPHsFGCayVRtqm3zVEkKyMs0lUM0ckS7EInN6cDtj3mIlO-Zy6NP8sgZddI24PhhYSeLnf4bOx5RYFrNMhHUWI2VYDRdTctfFAq2I5Z33v4J1JkNCKZsvEi_jDHi3QAPNvS6vIVvburfYf_9ogUNIo6gbJd7hqpLaSSwmDe/w640-h480/409871388_10163288032984838_2293624137727462666_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Concept note by Reiko Shimizu</b></span></div><div><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">柘榴の祈り ~Prayers of Pomegranates </span></h3><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp41T87Qmk8t8M9cv6gQDNvSoU9eMRIZKjwo8WR7_aOID9Q7gyb-YIaqVl6KN6f2FDFJ2cJH7Gb8lgVtjCIRmfDpIgl1Gn9IYepMENuipfcDH5WNDVsfX5rlMYgapMtVOy3b3UnFSOhkSURYxowODIkarX1LWG3G2x29A08-OCoM_V26FT_BZgMxzGlaS4/s2048/409782063_10163288032164838_4394862760642738429_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; font-size: large; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp41T87Qmk8t8M9cv6gQDNvSoU9eMRIZKjwo8WR7_aOID9Q7gyb-YIaqVl6KN6f2FDFJ2cJH7Gb8lgVtjCIRmfDpIgl1Gn9IYepMENuipfcDH5WNDVsfX5rlMYgapMtVOy3b3UnFSOhkSURYxowODIkarX1LWG3G2x29A08-OCoM_V26FT_BZgMxzGlaS4/w640-h480/409782063_10163288032164838_4394862760642738429_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><div style="text-align: justify;">The pomegranate as an emblem of Shakti - the omnipotent power that permeates all existence. Inspired by the scattered remnants of Mother Goddess, Sati, interwoven into a white saree, into 12 knots of pomegranates, uniting and releasing into 51 pomegranates. Two female figures delve into movement, contemplation, action, and interactions, unveiling the essence of Shakti. It penetrates our bodies and souls, every being in the earth and the sky, nurtures and binds all into an interconnected, indivisible whole. Stains on the saree, the marks of life, traces of time are washed away in the pond, an amniotic fluid, the forgotten One - the nurturing expanse of a Mother's womb.</div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoW-Th06BXhsy3RCAN6gnhdsSy_ZuXb1Si0GBEq1xwP_GuNL0bJVNVhH99CNWQbBVQVhXLSlAbn0w3bJtbnC-lRtOx2dVDhcG2XtFMZADz-l7bF9yF8m3oiN74VPl4IrO0IvUL0vM52Qvn9xDy6FWQJKYz-akOA-U169qAL4A0d9xFmMACTMaTYyd6YOjU/s1600/411430366_7927809520569386_8854085079690327372_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoW-Th06BXhsy3RCAN6gnhdsSy_ZuXb1Si0GBEq1xwP_GuNL0bJVNVhH99CNWQbBVQVhXLSlAbn0w3bJtbnC-lRtOx2dVDhcG2XtFMZADz-l7bF9yF8m3oiN74VPl4IrO0IvUL0vM52Qvn9xDy6FWQJKYz-akOA-U169qAL4A0d9xFmMACTMaTYyd6YOjU/w640-h480/411430366_7927809520569386_8854085079690327372_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwycSbKlJDe-m8tVdeMtenHmGV5m6ZXDFs6uKQXjs-MKkEK5GNY9t3UF66Y4d2jKdMC-z8qaa9cX-LwH3-KeLGTFLcEUjfPW2oxVfMLQQ2KJz7X6qUuetztheyplFzxEWsGs54ELXlkQjxufw551OAJQ2LWg0yclR4ds9zDXQH_gxzyjvZ1giCHYv4kHgD/s2048/411019840_7927809760569362_5564077000262935671_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwycSbKlJDe-m8tVdeMtenHmGV5m6ZXDFs6uKQXjs-MKkEK5GNY9t3UF66Y4d2jKdMC-z8qaa9cX-LwH3-KeLGTFLcEUjfPW2oxVfMLQQ2KJz7X6qUuetztheyplFzxEWsGs54ELXlkQjxufw551OAJQ2LWg0yclR4ds9zDXQH_gxzyjvZ1giCHYv4kHgD/w640-h426/411019840_7927809760569362_5564077000262935671_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Dimple B Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07588085428932149438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646844434363837753.post-28430222453022070172023-11-07T01:23:00.000-08:002023-11-07T01:23:49.043-08:00Talking to the Cows<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><span style="font-size: large;">(Performing for the Animals)</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br />Sumjin River International Experimental Art Festival (SIEAF) Gokseong South Korea 2023</span></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4kfQds_LHD2-s4HxktsvBiJuLUFczr11hfwRM2d-W4F0kjaAWT4bU6O3uzIfrzcJGkYO-NLGVSzGmHDXWD1Hgn-OAg4wkw6pjATEDhjI_UR0kQ1_xo_QLn4rgt57pMMWXu90aVZH-cyCXlxbhrwRJjv8g9L_SI3FVYcoSkRKvJ7cTxl8ybObmi_jt6fw1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="838" data-original-width="1250" height="429" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4kfQds_LHD2-s4HxktsvBiJuLUFczr11hfwRM2d-W4F0kjaAWT4bU6O3uzIfrzcJGkYO-NLGVSzGmHDXWD1Hgn-OAg4wkw6pjATEDhjI_UR0kQ1_xo_QLn4rgt57pMMWXu90aVZH-cyCXlxbhrwRJjv8g9L_SI3FVYcoSkRKvJ7cTxl8ybObmi_jt6fw1=w640-h429" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This performance was an overwhelming experience as we performed for the animals on the farm. I took time to know and understand the cows, went around the farm closely observing their behaviour, saw fear in their eyes and were moving away from the humans. As I was watching them, I was thinking about what I would perform for them. The farm animals are fed good food but have a short life to become food for human consumption. The Farm owners instructed us to keep our distance and not to go near pregnant cows. I was moving around, overwhelmed by sadness as they were going slaughtered in future for the food.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhBpRE-PmOgRumcYEI49T2dIWO6eYm66PoKx-knUrO6Dm0wh8GP6EwayBmBVoZnZdVS65EJyH4pEZ_1C7TM9H9vjO3LnOThpJCk3u-8Uf3FmTiSR_vUHvEYWwJDofRhHDQGIaE1E9vAM34DUnZJ0VttahKwhXcI7mObzooFzM4mRUu58nYkgNAARyjhxayk" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1250" data-original-width="838" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhBpRE-PmOgRumcYEI49T2dIWO6eYm66PoKx-knUrO6Dm0wh8GP6EwayBmBVoZnZdVS65EJyH4pEZ_1C7TM9H9vjO3LnOThpJCk3u-8Uf3FmTiSR_vUHvEYWwJDofRhHDQGIaE1E9vAM34DUnZJ0VttahKwhXcI7mObzooFzM4mRUu58nYkgNAARyjhxayk=w429-h640" width="429" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> A paradoxical situation curatorial theme was to calm and perform for these animals. At another, this animal was farmed as food for the population, contradicting the perspective of questions and answers. It was unsettling mentally and emotionally to calm and perform for them when we did not care for their life. Every living being has the right to Live in their life and live as they want. Human beings are the most selfish people on Earth. This unsettled mind stayed all through my performance.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"> As a believer in Jain's philosophy of non-violence, this question of what would happen to them in future disturbed me and was the only thing on my mind while I performed for them. Headgear made from bamboo sticks and leaves. I tried to establish a connection by playing one smallmouth instrument and also collaborated with musician artists who were playing guitar. I also used my voice to communicate with cows. The rendition evoked a painful mood and emotions I felt for the cows to end the performance by feeding them dried grass. The most touching and turning part during the performance was when the cows started communicating with me by making sounds. Cows that were distancing from us came close. I felt a deep bond with them and asked forgiveness in my mind that I could not help them. This performance was quite emotional and heavy for me to settle down.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiHfhqsAR2ebprTlf5v4F7rHTo9DKwQ3uR9dfaZaFfVFW2MEWVf7T_1pjJBD9K_nOADCMBqB9NgZDhSCzWnzccK9IXSgqkeksty0KwFV1iqVUBSPjbL6GaiSISu6KXDf2shtJKcMelQjcxSXVuemkUWPAojzYD-gdwcy_frEGxv0xxView0W4_kiW2JlkHb" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="626" data-original-width="368" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiHfhqsAR2ebprTlf5v4F7rHTo9DKwQ3uR9dfaZaFfVFW2MEWVf7T_1pjJBD9K_nOADCMBqB9NgZDhSCzWnzccK9IXSgqkeksty0KwFV1iqVUBSPjbL6GaiSISu6KXDf2shtJKcMelQjcxSXVuemkUWPAojzYD-gdwcy_frEGxv0xxView0W4_kiW2JlkHb=w253-h430" width="253" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgl5UispJXV76Qgx646FTmaIZtOs2xuN65c5Cuyf_bIMnkvvIrKzFi4b8GgM11T_XZUGKlXsA0WueB99_zP-fZlKkxzV-fHsfXf5xSpC2aU5Dtf2SfjtDn4Sg8RL_O0Gm6BhbFXeYAdpEhVPGW1HJYsXgQd9WzC02mDhtO6PzTKs-GRRY_MNmaMKyHDhDDO" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="598" data-original-width="365" height="432" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgl5UispJXV76Qgx646FTmaIZtOs2xuN65c5Cuyf_bIMnkvvIrKzFi4b8GgM11T_XZUGKlXsA0WueB99_zP-fZlKkxzV-fHsfXf5xSpC2aU5Dtf2SfjtDn4Sg8RL_O0Gm6BhbFXeYAdpEhVPGW1HJYsXgQd9WzC02mDhtO6PzTKs-GRRY_MNmaMKyHDhDDO=w263-h432" width="263" /></a></div></div><br />The second part of the performance continued in another space where we walked and saw many goats in the open field, responding to the overwhelming presence of many goats. I spontaneously performed and made connections to them for some time. Later, the performance started, and many artists performed near a group of Goats. These poor animals got confused and scared and moved from here to there. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhz48nfqx2rw-DM3RKAM88rtG0VwluUquIPo1BDr6inx6KIBslKSB00718jiw7Yt1RZc2PlsMc9V6QYqa2dZ9FIxxKczMnLRhEtGYCvox9SuATz-lcnYE551GppiPY8iJg67yljhiBveyPLsnPtMVk39e1WyCKLV5iucKWg8xaXHwiXLN7RK2wPRS8r8Es0" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="305" data-original-width="367" height="531" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhz48nfqx2rw-DM3RKAM88rtG0VwluUquIPo1BDr6inx6KIBslKSB00718jiw7Yt1RZc2PlsMc9V6QYqa2dZ9FIxxKczMnLRhEtGYCvox9SuATz-lcnYE551GppiPY8iJg67yljhiBveyPLsnPtMVk39e1WyCKLV5iucKWg8xaXHwiXLN7RK2wPRS8r8Es0=w640-h531" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A few artists in the group scared and panicked them by running behind a herd of goats. The same question came to my mind. Why can't humans become sensitive to these speechless animals? We need to treat them with compassion and love them. How can we co-exist together? Many artist's friends will not agree, and many in general would not agree on the philosophy of non-violence. I was in a state of unsettled thoughts and performed 'Talking to the cows and goats on the farm. 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Elli Eṅkē Bengaluru </span><br /><br />OH! Where are you, my dear Bangalore? <br /><br />I have been searching for you <br /><br />In the old buildings, on city lanes, <br /><br />I am searching for you in stories of people, old temples, churches and mosques. <br /><br />I am searing in the scent of jasmine and in <br /><br />The old cow sheds <br /><br />The aroma of hot idli, tea and food <br /><br />I came to this part of town it took me to my childhood memories of Tamilnadu. <br /><br />The stories of Blackpally, Cantonment, Cox's Town and Frazer Town bring memories of the colonial period. <br /><br />The bygone era of people from this area connected to their ancestors through stories of soldiers <br /><br />The stories extend the connections beyond the borders rooted in Madras and Trichy. <br /><br />The text and whispers we hear are not just kannada but of Tamil and Malayalam. <br /><br />Thousands of memories of childhood knocking the subconscious <br /><br />The old Tamil melodies start playing in my mind <br /><br />The Temple church and mosques are all in one lane <br /><br />A wonderful bouche of faiths blended <br /><br />I am searching to make new connections <br /><br />As I am walking in <br /><br />Lanes high street, pottery road, and wheeler road bridge <br /><br />With houses from the old colonial period, one can only fall in love with Bangalore <br /><br />Searching through the aroma of food and the scent of the city <br /><br />Sparking memories and emotions <br /><br />The houses and city lanes that marked your presence are slowly disappearing. <br /><br />The path had a unique character that took us to memory lanes fading slowly <br /><br />Now leading to nowhere <br /><br />Where are you, my dear Bangalore? <br /><br />Now you have a new identity with concrete flyovers and under-constructed sites. <br /><br />The operation for a makeover has torn your heart and soul <br /><br />You are bleeding inside out <br /><br />With the dust and revamped soil, <br /><br />I go through the dissection of the city (body and soul), <br /><br />Are we going to lose you forever? <br /><br />You cry out in pain, painful to see you lose your identity with a new makeover. <br /><br />My heart and soul are looking for you <br /><br />In the scent of magina jade <br /><br />I want to see the same old Bangalore <br /><br />With a heavy heart, I look toward the city <br /><br />The soul lost under the spark of a thousand lights <br /><br />Now replaced Sparkling Maggina jade with led lights <br /><br />We need to re-emerge from the dust and make new homes with old memories <br /><br />Bloom our hopes under the bridge <br /><br />Search the scent of jasmine <br /><br />OH! Where are you, Bangalore? <br /><br />We want to remember your makeover marked by old memories <br /><br />Making new memories of the present with a touch of past glory. <br /><br />We want to see you <br /><br />spread the scent of Malighe forever <br /><br />OH! ಎಲ್ಲಿ எங்கே ಬೆಂಗಳೂರು <br /><br />OH! Elli Eṅkē Bengaluru <br /><br />OH! Where are you, my dear Bangalore? <br /><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxRsA9A3SwmlSpssViaXGx4KQ3MfIz57EPK0LvHR9hdCAQjODL7pCH-PBL3pOiHs0yN0wHi4WK4qU-tmhCE-7hquw1lYrrZiitBLu5h8STnpTb9NPWPpS2qNz5tRmWSundTpDWLts2V2NJ6_8UAGrDU2JOCdlb_iQ9cnNBSu0mLEeOaGx-xdBxWzZ8U0s3/s1280/IMG-20230813-WA0055.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxRsA9A3SwmlSpssViaXGx4KQ3MfIz57EPK0LvHR9hdCAQjODL7pCH-PBL3pOiHs0yN0wHi4WK4qU-tmhCE-7hquw1lYrrZiitBLu5h8STnpTb9NPWPpS2qNz5tRmWSundTpDWLts2V2NJ6_8UAGrDU2JOCdlb_iQ9cnNBSu0mLEeOaGx-xdBxWzZ8U0s3/w480-h640/IMG-20230813-WA0055.jpg" width="480" /></a><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Segoe UI, Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRXI8dVscvbUcPkbIAocGt6pGIQHg7B-LPGb9cRYJbRm74P5Hn9Vx6jFVCG-pokPKL-oqQwgad1_ktGdcQx-kq1bmUKk3IGb9g7w0WXvgTysaOszTs0uZpUmL9e5SEY7rIGDWm9k62Ztla_Pi13FcAzDZPFpWu4CC49fu9aw2tWPGXcRsLrRbUiZfcwg/s1280/IMG-20230505-WA0034%20(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRXI8dVscvbUcPkbIAocGt6pGIQHg7B-LPGb9cRYJbRm74P5Hn9Vx6jFVCG-pokPKL-oqQwgad1_ktGdcQx-kq1bmUKk3IGb9g7w0WXvgTysaOszTs0uZpUmL9e5SEY7rIGDWm9k62Ztla_Pi13FcAzDZPFpWu4CC49fu9aw2tWPGXcRsLrRbUiZfcwg/w640-h360/IMG-20230505-WA0034%20(2).jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This performance is a retake of Ratna Bali Kant's live performance titled- 'Death of Desire' I observed her performance video and let my thought flow on how I connect to desires and how to visualize desires of self. I had to give a gap and let the natural idea flow. After two days, I got some vision in a flash and wanted to follow it to see in complete clarity. The concept of performance evolved and developed organically. When I thought to work on my idea, I hit on the doors of Vison of Flash. The color of my desire was vigorous and heavy and gradually started giving a form and then fixed the shade of dark pink. The next step was to work on my sculptural installation.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7dhehwxDzYqs_KkzVyChEquI119LTyV3Kc4KH5kfit6MiFSABz8gsTpk9Kwnt5-kr1IjqH7WDOnOuL7RZTgI4oTBDY2C7hsLIhzPz2Vl58Zu9aXxOe4ug7isSZp_P2ilHPFaafhOh6lbPvzUZSKt0YVKMVSZHj990UZve2DC5GBg8_4rsZFu17fxv9Q/s811/IMG-20230505-WA0038%20(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="811" data-original-width="606" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7dhehwxDzYqs_KkzVyChEquI119LTyV3Kc4KH5kfit6MiFSABz8gsTpk9Kwnt5-kr1IjqH7WDOnOuL7RZTgI4oTBDY2C7hsLIhzPz2Vl58Zu9aXxOe4ug7isSZp_P2ilHPFaafhOh6lbPvzUZSKt0YVKMVSZHj990UZve2DC5GBg8_4rsZFu17fxv9Q/w478-h640/IMG-20230505-WA0038%20(2).jpg" width="478" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> I sought the material right to make my sculpture heavy and bold. Acquiring the apt material took three days, then building it took two days. As I was working on the sculpture and developing my installation for performance, various thoughts flowed into my mind about desires. Desires don't have boundaries and can grow wide and tall are unlimited. The acquiring, consuming, un-bounding, overwhelming emotions turning to greed gradually elements started showing their face, and images from my childlike desires to play with kitchen toys appeared.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4-DRlqZvS5nOMFM9C6Yrm6JpNXs_kHOZHBn6CyPhoDBuD2F0oCh94OXsR5YcB1OQ2MI_Kfis6O8Wloneo_ji3XCuxdpe63yY58KsDu44HoJg2Q5UhjJIcZ8PX_qrtIx2_iYi8MXtI3AjutSy5jqTE-Dn4Tfeh4c8FOMQZnTLnKegAipi6aDtGqfbvjw/s1465/IMG-20230505-WA0018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1465" height="525" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4-DRlqZvS5nOMFM9C6Yrm6JpNXs_kHOZHBn6CyPhoDBuD2F0oCh94OXsR5YcB1OQ2MI_Kfis6O8Wloneo_ji3XCuxdpe63yY58KsDu44HoJg2Q5UhjJIcZ8PX_qrtIx2_iYi8MXtI3AjutSy5jqTE-Dn4Tfeh4c8FOMQZnTLnKegAipi6aDtGqfbvjw/w640-h525/IMG-20230505-WA0018.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I played with my desires with deep breaths hinting at my existential self. Desire in humans can have several layers and metaphoric meanings and connotations mixed with negative shade hiding under the bright. There are several aspects of life desires- to have a good partner, love life, luxuries, hunger for power, the satisfying demands of the ego, and many socially set materialistic things there is no limit. All these wishes and unlimited desires are summed up metaphorically with pink cotton candy.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAcU6vPVQ6uOlncNBFwLVxjb-eGJRAbe1--p-_7ebqdC87D-H3emK4NkgVw5GVxD9fYLoqUliWs9RpITTlxRgYH1vrqyB-qcNQ4aM1GIp3qZFQE60jITCReifTOTcFx4EiyBK3-ecZPihZOhk85Jgqz64amWNC6L6yZYxwUf8a0FcHHfp2D7zcpDIoYg/s1600/IMG-20230505-WA0023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAcU6vPVQ6uOlncNBFwLVxjb-eGJRAbe1--p-_7ebqdC87D-H3emK4NkgVw5GVxD9fYLoqUliWs9RpITTlxRgYH1vrqyB-qcNQ4aM1GIp3qZFQE60jITCReifTOTcFx4EiyBK3-ecZPihZOhk85Jgqz64amWNC6L6yZYxwUf8a0FcHHfp2D7zcpDIoYg/w480-h640/IMG-20230505-WA0023.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /> The eating and consuming cotton candy did not want to finish it wanted to enjoy every bit of it. Metaphorically the desire was in the form of a balloon presented to audiences. The audience blew the balloon with their 'desires then I offered the cotton candy to the audience to devour it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVlyB0Nex57JIyQJWwpEBO6ivS7lpteqUaP-bEJLji1RSinq571dshcx8bfqj9ZccwIOa9-iV_MBcKNElfIP01Q_EQMDPozI1efBjyW6Xz9Xz1azKvRFidlQJleqp8ByFBAFEh8IeTacvgKIaSrlmg-TZuomjkL5lh4aDPkAExEJhoVddi2FfxY5dzsQ/s1280/IMG-20230505-WA0036%20(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVlyB0Nex57JIyQJWwpEBO6ivS7lpteqUaP-bEJLji1RSinq571dshcx8bfqj9ZccwIOa9-iV_MBcKNElfIP01Q_EQMDPozI1efBjyW6Xz9Xz1azKvRFidlQJleqp8ByFBAFEh8IeTacvgKIaSrlmg-TZuomjkL5lh4aDPkAExEJhoVddi2FfxY5dzsQ/w640-h360/IMG-20230505-WA0036%20(2).jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The Cotton Candy metaphorically represented greed and ballon to desires. I saw many avoid eating it. The journey ended by playing with a balloon loaded with black ink. The climax was to play with death in due course, and then there was an end to this desire. There are various aspects in my work- existential self, the heavy proud body carrying the heavily wrapped pieces of baggage of desires that are visually appealing bold, and attractive. Polyphonic sounds filled the extempo of action representing the presence of self all the time. At last, I released my childlike emotions and playfully braking the ego of desire.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2VH42I_gMh9eX1ez6fIMP2QDzfbSC5hJRahrRWaRLHNsWGTWBZZ2h5yOodcLeo9fgi-Cpnyvb6UY0KWZ_GMH5ni-x40DbpVWWnTlrdj7NTIwNuxouCopXHqEMiEdV74w3HmQtIHO7UUf5XexPMWkTJGLndEgf7mN3iMAAga8TyDnJVJMkVBQblwWKxw/s1600/IMG-20230505-WA0022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2VH42I_gMh9eX1ez6fIMP2QDzfbSC5hJRahrRWaRLHNsWGTWBZZ2h5yOodcLeo9fgi-Cpnyvb6UY0KWZ_GMH5ni-x40DbpVWWnTlrdj7NTIwNuxouCopXHqEMiEdV74w3HmQtIHO7UUf5XexPMWkTJGLndEgf7mN3iMAAga8TyDnJVJMkVBQblwWKxw/w480-h640/IMG-20230505-WA0022.jpg" width="480" /></a><br /><br /></div>Dimple B Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07588085428932149438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646844434363837753.post-73083001841941794892023-02-09T11:41:00.001-08:002023-02-09T11:50:28.714-08:00Negotiating Memory- Encountering Catharsis<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: medium;">"The unconscious is inadmissible to consciousness." ―Sigmund Freud.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Performed on Behala Art Fest 2023</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_FRIOpPhZ_rWvObvN2TtY09ovHvQ7qw8_f1kBpBRsmauLBbooxVQ4xUukI1wLIijqT-kmL_hLmRFEsCCY32uAOKlPjhg25W5ehEtKVZzAm6c8onCkVpGJa5KV3H7qXdcMuQsDtNwL8UJVz1zzduzxTjiwcQttNWu8fmVr-P2571VLoPJAdO6A-f1Mqg/w480-h640/IMG-20230202-WA0071.jpg" width="480" /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcaw9k2YEbbb3unzNkzQC8bMRRM4tI4zZqUE2Ngr6w_m9vt_Lq2nR68e6QskTAQZaoCqSFU4v8E9hBB1ix388yixqlJY2YPq51JTMj5hGtN1daYYntdpP6HCQtyv4cR-6t15PWEYMGYMwREn_E8BzYkjyXI_b99B86oBjSZBfK4bjSnx1VpegzMVOEsg/w640-h480/IMG-20230202-WA0062.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The concept for this performance work revolves around negotiating our memories of the past in our unconscious minds and encountering them with art therapy to gain catharsis. According to well-known psychologist Freud, the unconscious is a repository for socially unacceptable ideas, wishes or desires, traumatic memories, and painful emotions put out of the mind by the mechanism of psychological repression. However, the contents did not necessarily have to be solely negative. The concept for this work is to unbound or free oneself from these memories from the unconscious process. It is the conscious mind making it more acceptable and cathartic. The baggage of memories makes us heavily entangled in fears and traumas sometimes, fear of the unknown dark Like a shadow you bring it to the light, it would be nothing effort to bring it to light and help us lighten from the weight of it, and free us to go further.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKd60-5Mf1ry4-MR1HXMr4N0BcF3U2eeNQFJmteYWnkP3oS1d_PAe1N5NzaPr_0BpWdQiDNHvs13Ixf3d63ZuOJ4Rno2wuG9QdAXOKm6G4-VwdBsyTAbuqo-T35yCEBJMAie5tLAOA-wOzVPFR3pfG--lqIX21jMxmiPdFaEp3SfuIM_R1igWzVnCdfw/s4032/20230202_190129.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKd60-5Mf1ry4-MR1HXMr4N0BcF3U2eeNQFJmteYWnkP3oS1d_PAe1N5NzaPr_0BpWdQiDNHvs13Ixf3d63ZuOJ4Rno2wuG9QdAXOKm6G4-VwdBsyTAbuqo-T35yCEBJMAie5tLAOA-wOzVPFR3pfG--lqIX21jMxmiPdFaEp3SfuIM_R1igWzVnCdfw/w480-h640/20230202_190129.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This performance was in a one-to-one public interactive. Through artistic interactions, the artist facilitated the audiences to encounter their memories creatively and encounter healing. The bed is one essential part of the private zone and door to the inner space, where we travel through the unconscious mind and encounter stages of our unconscious mind in a state of sleep. In that state of deep sleep, our mind confronts deep memories from the past and present, and also we see our future. Often, our unconscious mind fights the devil and fears and directs ways to fight them.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf8Zy1mUdElgOb13IX-S0T-t7cStg85PLC-K_GWkE9ctElC0BO9Iqjs6rGVigRTtOrHrvnlS4u-tcAXgJ1z9J6pMScrPpjMYZwlVv003fTERQ20f1JGIF9JuvhjMG7AES0Nkxeb7NTTuHJmr85Fp9NfJYKIpojF-1Fc-dN78eBlgdo1aDGewCnxWk-Uw/s4032/20230202_194238.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf8Zy1mUdElgOb13IX-S0T-t7cStg85PLC-K_GWkE9ctElC0BO9Iqjs6rGVigRTtOrHrvnlS4u-tcAXgJ1z9J6pMScrPpjMYZwlVv003fTERQ20f1JGIF9JuvhjMG7AES0Nkxeb7NTTuHJmr85Fp9NfJYKIpojF-1Fc-dN78eBlgdo1aDGewCnxWk-Uw/w640-h480/20230202_194238.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In this work, the idea was to bring indoors to the outdoor space while maintaining and respecting the privacy of the audience. The bed, the Lenin net, and the object of memories will act as tools to bring inside out while maintaining the privacy of the audience's emotions and thoughts. It is like a fantasy door to escape to an inner world. The Installation work is like an alchemical container /vessel in a lab where the process happens. I want my audience and myself to go through the process of transformation in this alchemical vessel simultaneously. In this process, the audience will go through different stages of healing and transformation with the warmth of love/fire in the vessel. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCKGUhcuQoDyNh4_ZxOyXe_BCD1oUv6IqTe6VcM5lQL9s5JFMOo7MD1EUdSPNyErGljnOgtQ8gWvTxmbuNKrVFQRl6UmUOsuQxakvhCpAmz7SdR9ZnuetjStPKHtpokpEhuBuh9QvqfNXrG6Y8GnkMvA6yRGfqP4Y6UW892eG4rYgmNXammwDSX1mkrQ/w480-h640/20230202_200821.jpg" width="480" /></div><br />This state can be very well explained, with this reference to psychotherapy sessions in psychoanalysis - Something similar happens during psychotherapy. For much of the time it is the patient who is speaking while the therapist generally exercises what Freud called "non-judgmental listening". As the sessions continue, the therapist may give prompts, reflect the patient on what has been said, or at times throw out a little suggestion or even advice. In more intense cases, the processes of transference begin in which intense feelings are invoked within the patient. In those cases where projective identification occurs, the therapist may even become directly aware of contents from the patient's mind. But in all these cases the therapist still attempts to bracket his or her feelings, thoughts, and reactions in order not to contaminate the therapeutic process. Nevertheless, several skilled therapists have told me of those magical moments in which all boundaries disappear, moments in which it is not possible to say "where is the Healing"; or who is the patient and who is the therapist. On those occasions, the patient and therapist enter the alchemical vessel together and are warmed by unconditional love. It is in those moments that the miracle of healing takes place. The Jungian therapist Beverly Zabriskie has referred to this as the healing of "frozen accidents" that is, the melting away of those "accidents" from childhood that have remained frozen within one. Therapy and insight may go some way toward the process of thawing, but the last analysis requires the heat of love. This work is durational in a moving cycle cart installation with sound and light.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZlsYOLAeyzKGSpPHIcZ0w4HPDJyc3_KktBXXlpVGcL2UEMUKWrDZkxfmFVgFUtwKHc4BtpYQON2xxytmFPfBmLOCIH3QkwXwPRAPMqmSh-wKQwu_d7JMzt0tby45OVc9SL3KOY5DVIWxKG5oQuofklP1nIjrmJ1zlJUOWWLdeHQtb2a5Xcr0ook0sww/s1600/IMG-20230202-WA0080.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZlsYOLAeyzKGSpPHIcZ0w4HPDJyc3_KktBXXlpVGcL2UEMUKWrDZkxfmFVgFUtwKHc4BtpYQON2xxytmFPfBmLOCIH3QkwXwPRAPMqmSh-wKQwu_d7JMzt0tby45OVc9SL3KOY5DVIWxKG5oQuofklP1nIjrmJ1zlJUOWWLdeHQtb2a5Xcr0ook0sww/w480-h640/IMG-20230202-WA0080.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The performance was performed in two layers first part was where I unbound myself metaphorically using mattresses and pillows. It is one of the most intimate objects where we negotiate memories ( both conscious and unconscious mind). I was carrying three pillows tied to my head, dragging clay teapots on the road, and later unbounding the pillow from cotton that metaphorically represents the memory. I invited the audience to join in my cycle van installation work, I created a private indoor bedroom look-like space with Transparent Cotton Lenin cloth with sparkling lights and an old Bengali song played. The audience connected with the images shared, with popular nostalgic Bengali songs playing the scent of tuberose placed inside the installations where I had one-to-one interaction with audiences. I had some audience emotional bust during the session. I performed cleansing rituals with milk the henna felt much lighter. The performance was on a preview day. During the first two days of the festival, the audience saw the videos of the performance recording, performed again on the last day of the festival, with one-to-one interaction participated by many audiences.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF-EagiGR_WSx7HPGzfh8Gk8nvab3Zt2XpdKV0EToZAmR0iP3thTSn4GKS5j_IooeDijgs0ejBBYl8A8VQWC9bVLSFs3_YabzKtm9iuCuNJ1K0t2mNO5yIKZKfZeoK7zrhqemBHz8DEL25T5qe6LNMhp-hszxZdqYBGpVsJIQ5rhy38DH-1ZVCGo6e3Q/s598/shot%20(3).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="598" data-original-width="352" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF-EagiGR_WSx7HPGzfh8Gk8nvab3Zt2XpdKV0EToZAmR0iP3thTSn4GKS5j_IooeDijgs0ejBBYl8A8VQWC9bVLSFs3_YabzKtm9iuCuNJ1K0t2mNO5yIKZKfZeoK7zrhqemBHz8DEL25T5qe6LNMhp-hszxZdqYBGpVsJIQ5rhy38DH-1ZVCGo6e3Q/w376-h640/shot%20(3).jpg" width="376" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #ffa400;">Dimple B Shah 9th February 2023<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></span></b></div>Dimple B Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07588085428932149438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646844434363837753.post-26562898000980577122023-01-23T07:38:00.000-08:002023-01-23T07:38:42.645-08:00'Site under Construction (Galli nali Gopuram )<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTiFfUxWaFY1U7w2vairgaJ6V812Yn07UvA9P6QY8HNAVwRoaQx1_IM98xZWRI9I6mlxZFJIdKpeHnHr_Jx91YhtAeFIXLbKAoqsuJYlsMju0Rc-i15fcBXJfyivFD5Lhu1yGyrXcoAlPoP_WX0CXPsaeTeRsZVsWZMajcJfGmmdQSobouRXSNW7U0Lw/s1024/WhatsApp%20Image%202023-01-16%20at%206.56.54%20PM.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="724" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTiFfUxWaFY1U7w2vairgaJ6V812Yn07UvA9P6QY8HNAVwRoaQx1_IM98xZWRI9I6mlxZFJIdKpeHnHr_Jx91YhtAeFIXLbKAoqsuJYlsMju0Rc-i15fcBXJfyivFD5Lhu1yGyrXcoAlPoP_WX0CXPsaeTeRsZVsWZMajcJfGmmdQSobouRXSNW7U0Lw/w452-h640/WhatsApp%20Image%202023-01-16%20at%206.56.54%20PM.jpeg" width="452" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwclSjKGkmKDLT5-jTJPd4l_7BucWZ6baX4uLvbvUNodlVojepY46QSHwiPd8xA2xukOE0jIFT6XLUy7OZ7OOGEAbfxEDigCmWY8yxlqn0lxPdxIFzWUvReTEwWp1FZxN2T7xM91tKLXaMPaqqWZDN1VMReuvgd7R1Z2ar5s_XyAXcgl_ats3Evd2psQ/s915/DSC_1430.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="573" data-original-width="915" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwclSjKGkmKDLT5-jTJPd4l_7BucWZ6baX4uLvbvUNodlVojepY46QSHwiPd8xA2xukOE0jIFT6XLUy7OZ7OOGEAbfxEDigCmWY8yxlqn0lxPdxIFzWUvReTEwWp1FZxN2T7xM91tKLXaMPaqqWZDN1VMReuvgd7R1Z2ar5s_XyAXcgl_ats3Evd2psQ/w640-h400/DSC_1430.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaWQecq4jC7ZwXBZYufoq3vbFtxABRNogcT9Nh0waZZvRD-pRVLYohFRoyycf_PURwtklkSbn_pEa3f0WY9ioTs6lgH2Brqnclwec4n-KAdlA4nG-t66OvCHQhl5hO9DWtr-Yj9XssYhLcSWed_H_wULMM2sizWIieyXh8LY_z2OegrvayOcA7c_spvQ/s1024/469326800_6d4165f4e1_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaWQecq4jC7ZwXBZYufoq3vbFtxABRNogcT9Nh0waZZvRD-pRVLYohFRoyycf_PURwtklkSbn_pEa3f0WY9ioTs6lgH2Brqnclwec4n-KAdlA4nG-t66OvCHQhl5hO9DWtr-Yj9XssYhLcSWed_H_wULMM2sizWIieyXh8LY_z2OegrvayOcA7c_spvQ/w640-h480/469326800_6d4165f4e1_b.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">OH! Where are you, my dear Bangalore?</span></i></div><span style="color: #ffa400;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">I have been searching for you</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">In old buildings on city lanes,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">Searching through the aroma of food and the scent of the city</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">Sparking memories and emotions</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">The houses and city lanes that marked your existence are no more</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">The path had a unique character that took us to memory lanes is lost forever</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">Now leading to nowhere</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">Where are you, my dear Bangalore?</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">Now you have a new identity with concrete flyovers under constructed sites</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">The operation for a makeover has torn your heart and soul</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">You are bleeding inside out</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">With the dust and revamped soil I</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">Through the dissection of the city (body and soul), we have lost you forever</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">You Cry out in a pain.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">It is so painful to see you lose your identity I don't want your makeover</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">My heart and soul are looking for you my heart and soul are lost the scent of mallige jade</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">I want to see the same old Bangalore</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">With a heavy heart, I look toward the city</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">The soul lost under the spark of a thousand lights</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">Now replaced Sparkling Maggina jade with led lights</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">OH! 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The idea is a response to the city of Bangalore which is always in the process of development of several 'sites' that are under renovation, and deconstruction, and where new structures are built to widen the roads or metros are constructed and old buildings are demolished. and splashing of led lights of the festival. I consider the 'site' as my body and as the city itself which is always in the process of deconstruction and construction. It is in between celebration, like a lighted street god, and the goddess-like lighted Gopuram in a mood of celebrating nostalgic, melancholic, humorous, and emotional attachment to memories of the city and childhood. It is an existential site to stay alive and awake, where life passes and the present ever keep moving.</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="text-align: start;"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: medium;">Dimple B Shah 10 Jan 2023</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: start;"><br /><br /></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Dimple B Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07588085428932149438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646844434363837753.post-44343807152066932722023-01-21T10:02:00.000-08:002023-01-21T10:02:16.003-08:00Negotiating History- Finding Path of Jina<i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">Mapping cultural Topographies through Body and Space</span></span></i><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /><br />Performed on 16th Dec 2022 <br /><br />Jiwaji University Jaipur Art Summit 2022</span><div><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg92ENvZuw4W6OtKIxlhgMsBNn_L_kTUxUp_bzSmb0mokSsQag_REatjVmzUNQiywjVtudLz-2a8tGog7iuzmnQ8qmqwyMYWjCQDHjIEAKUbF4dVsTrfS6eOYEugr8iiVuzaCRbnlJJZypkwLEsEdRZdRphrxFKWTcBGmqoZJldsnMfvyJrC93_3C7Z2g/s2672/20221216_115921%20(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2672" data-original-width="1842" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg92ENvZuw4W6OtKIxlhgMsBNn_L_kTUxUp_bzSmb0mokSsQag_REatjVmzUNQiywjVtudLz-2a8tGog7iuzmnQ8qmqwyMYWjCQDHjIEAKUbF4dVsTrfS6eOYEugr8iiVuzaCRbnlJJZypkwLEsEdRZdRphrxFKWTcBGmqoZJldsnMfvyJrC93_3C7Z2g/w441-h640/20221216_115921%20(2).jpg" width="441" /></a></div><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdwszCjjHAQHzwKzOe2Hvjc48CMMAzeo3PTCntNLqT5hZqmZ1_ue-T-VxgLLg3QyjLU0ISeSPAV3QSsD6RjpCpgMjMvfqHdDPpLdH57dxSZ_lrgXwhFtOCfGV6lOR292qlhkLHngogLSJp66wGD4zw2nroYnr1IsxoKofTC2jwt73BlU3PmShyexXwrw/s4032/20221216_104507.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdwszCjjHAQHzwKzOe2Hvjc48CMMAzeo3PTCntNLqT5hZqmZ1_ue-T-VxgLLg3QyjLU0ISeSPAV3QSsD6RjpCpgMjMvfqHdDPpLdH57dxSZ_lrgXwhFtOCfGV6lOR292qlhkLHngogLSJp66wGD4zw2nroYnr1IsxoKofTC2jwt73BlU3PmShyexXwrw/w640-h480/20221216_104507.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: justify;">The performance was a project to introspect the history of Gwalior city to explore the present and past through interaction and collaboration. It was about decoding history through cultural and spiritual lenses. I performed with headgear and costume to match Gwalior's cities' monuments, buildings, and sites ( like the Gwalior fort and Gopachal archaeological sites.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLImIePZV0uQY2Jhk5FQN7KponkHbrSPf_bJto5CO-p55p-SbaiRthuKfCN6vgQJUUBYgvHSSTVXImnjQ5EnfVWPUs_egMaV2a52M-4wjsFQDWS6ChJfqsmecIftrpYT4X76cUmNDTW3Sls0SkGXD7oVPJufXeCsTez333gEbDPZJUUlwhxA58WVtKbw/s4032/20221216_105340.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLImIePZV0uQY2Jhk5FQN7KponkHbrSPf_bJto5CO-p55p-SbaiRthuKfCN6vgQJUUBYgvHSSTVXImnjQ5EnfVWPUs_egMaV2a52M-4wjsFQDWS6ChJfqsmecIftrpYT4X76cUmNDTW3Sls0SkGXD7oVPJufXeCsTez333gEbDPZJUUlwhxA58WVtKbw/w640-h480/20221216_105340.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was carrying a trunk full of city stones that have embedded the history of the city, photos of monuments, soil, flower essence, and soil for 500 meters. The walk collaborated with the student of the sports department of Jiwaji University, and a few students carried the stones along. The idea was to gaze into the city with The Latitude and longitudinal perspective giving an inside view to the Ecological- social-cultural aspect of the city, a city which emerged in the 8th century Ad has seen so much transformation and lived rich art, culture, and historical happening. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWB9c5jGbMKYmzF1agxbkLvuKQ-egygRE2DBDvBfJzBVVrGI1Rdu0lmhJt_HG8XUdPpO5zqC1LoM2AiMJwYTCW4oMu7k6if5snnzujwYVOmDSgSmifbiSdJFcctsnq_05rtZ3ARw3K0CPgDhFclLSrF_oBWf6-3l4GtMoHrWBbyUQ8tNZjOccdNlwG6Q/s4032/20221216_110742.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWB9c5jGbMKYmzF1agxbkLvuKQ-egygRE2DBDvBfJzBVVrGI1Rdu0lmhJt_HG8XUdPpO5zqC1LoM2AiMJwYTCW4oMu7k6if5snnzujwYVOmDSgSmifbiSdJFcctsnq_05rtZ3ARw3K0CPgDhFclLSrF_oBWf6-3l4GtMoHrWBbyUQ8tNZjOccdNlwG6Q/w640-h480/20221216_110742.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The present-day city has clouded with the environmental issue of poor air quality. Gwalior has been breathing in and breathing out the changes from the ages. The idea is to observe, Live, and experience cultural topographies through body and space. This performance was also an attempt to see oneself through cultural and philosophical roots. This city has celebrated Jain philosophy for thousands of years and wanted to gaze at self through a Spiritual lens and wanted the audiences to see themselves through the same lens. I gave them a ball made out of wheat dough and asked audiences to create a Sculptural form of what they see in terms of self and asked them to place it in a site that forms one more historical site.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxnbRCmxtXrcySYkMlOY20kkwux6nMi95B5Lj9Jn2WT778ayp2ZzEUgfB5UGvCsJBUJ5Fl2NJd2U7RDYR6RsXHikfPqC7NvK9QHd-jOk1FQT6h6WlCF7FVA89TFy6ZLCxg08WmIUwxeH7wd5et9jEwhBmk_g-JnwLNglBpF0kNuY_3TWqnHKC7RC97nQ/s4032/20221216_111922.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxnbRCmxtXrcySYkMlOY20kkwux6nMi95B5Lj9Jn2WT778ayp2ZzEUgfB5UGvCsJBUJ5Fl2NJd2U7RDYR6RsXHikfPqC7NvK9QHd-jOk1FQT6h6WlCF7FVA89TFy6ZLCxg08WmIUwxeH7wd5et9jEwhBmk_g-JnwLNglBpF0kNuY_3TWqnHKC7RC97nQ/w640-h480/20221216_111922.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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The concept opens up to decode the gird zone transformation over 1200 years. The metamorphosis has been gradual: few things have remained the same (Historical monuments. Palaces, temples, and archaeological sites), and the city has seen changes over the years. Every generation has added tone to the gird zone, which needs to be decoded, with Latitude and longitudinal perspectives through the body and live action. </div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaeROt3Q2UQLyP9dycioTtVHu2VXgohzKnoTEMPyo2k45Ho46ZEuseQHKX4-i6oZlsE3HFjPXlQ52BVBI8H4bLDbGFczJlO4AKLuC6jebHQKzyUOXxX201hn_Hr8zCnXd3bpbpGW96QmXfBrKORct8sZGSfx2Y-hgiHCs-gwMtMnu-07B5rFMewGOr_w/s4000/IMG_20221216_123252_Bokeh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaeROt3Q2UQLyP9dycioTtVHu2VXgohzKnoTEMPyo2k45Ho46ZEuseQHKX4-i6oZlsE3HFjPXlQ52BVBI8H4bLDbGFczJlO4AKLuC6jebHQKzyUOXxX201hn_Hr8zCnXd3bpbpGW96QmXfBrKORct8sZGSfx2Y-hgiHCs-gwMtMnu-07B5rFMewGOr_w/w640-h480/IMG_20221216_123252_Bokeh.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsm2Ooupn9BXy0G7EwIVbk5zN0NA9O5YJfF9IZoZB7s11NnJYwuO7PZ11PWnZuSRGdN6tCxsveJB3yciWUTVcLxWPeOUTsD_JIGzTe062iaHOz3cAopzQXWnnmSl-XvPfW399tf1nLE-j-jEJ_CTWIDQ7ZE2V08Wvixh0bDlWTZvG0RjdzyFyALsy1Jw/s4032/20221216_114141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAnYy-h1K4W7fdARF5pGGCBtvq2Gf72_Ki1WPzOAo0tIKHeJm8ATDw3L08NiQJqr8t4Pe8xnLDln2bA75onCfXKlfPvKhjRHn58Qgg_cANp2JfE0C48knepoqOjEueO4sdkuAmt4isrQIdc6q5Zx_0cim8suuOQAeQaqmJylUYITcJU34Vt7flHvXzYA/s4032/20221216_122217.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="4032" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAnYy-h1K4W7fdARF5pGGCBtvq2Gf72_Ki1WPzOAo0tIKHeJm8ATDw3L08NiQJqr8t4Pe8xnLDln2bA75onCfXKlfPvKhjRHn58Qgg_cANp2JfE0C48knepoqOjEueO4sdkuAmt4isrQIdc6q5Zx_0cim8suuOQAeQaqmJylUYITcJU34Vt7flHvXzYA/w640-h360/20221216_122217.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The concept gave scope to express mainly through the body: spontaneous or processed response to the Grid zone. This performance allowed audiences to look into local and global perspectives on the oral or written stories of the present and past, observe and respond to present ecological social-cultural context grasp through monuments, customs, and traditions learning and respond through body and space.</div><br /> <br /><b><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /> Dimple B Shah 9th Jan 2023</span></b><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 8.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div>Dimple B Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07588085428932149438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646844434363837753.post-1256021112068504992023-01-11T22:45:00.000-08:002023-01-11T22:45:37.187-08:00Seeds of Life <div class="separator"><br /></div><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;">Resonating to the Whispers</span><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Unurum Fest curated by Aakshat Sinha at </span>Fakir Mohan University</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">(26th and 27th November performed in two parts)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikp5jdZzLHCflk-lCK5f4ZDaMcpjfUF8M1SI4bSwjoI6Sassh3qwsrh7_VLv2ThhYVErvWHr78i9gcqGqBQl6Vi1sHMyuh-q3IeV4MjNnPduBc6Ht7F3FCUN7VYpcVzAaICqOldhWtE-Zjjbut2woY_DUfOURqT-gKMOrfbr8vruG8QlBscjGmSGcuDA/s4032/20221125_161507.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="4032" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikp5jdZzLHCflk-lCK5f4ZDaMcpjfUF8M1SI4bSwjoI6Sassh3qwsrh7_VLv2ThhYVErvWHr78i9gcqGqBQl6Vi1sHMyuh-q3IeV4MjNnPduBc6Ht7F3FCUN7VYpcVzAaICqOldhWtE-Zjjbut2woY_DUfOURqT-gKMOrfbr8vruG8QlBscjGmSGcuDA/w640-h360/20221125_161507.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">I hear a song from far</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">The song comes from deep within</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">The song that can transcend to the world of spirits</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">The cry to seek answer cry to heal</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">Seeking blessing to protect them</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">Deep call to the eternal world</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">The world is not visible to the naked eye</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">I hear a whisper from far</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">I hear the songs from far</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">They call nature healers to the nature spirit</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">I hear the songs from afar.</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg85Oww-QD0Tb4C4zh80kXPUBLk_z_yOibXHPC_2gK5UKi3-VfEzyOtbxgJveCQfkcPNMXZFtAC1ksybRgy4BUifODxHRcO3aUx7Psryjl4ZPbvvUSZspxOWO_2Gjan0MNxNTRVUK5ttN61KVnYq3IlKGwkeAugv3wGeInkcFQbUngkEkcgruf3ndO7pQ/s4032/Profile%20performance%20photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg85Oww-QD0Tb4C4zh80kXPUBLk_z_yOibXHPC_2gK5UKi3-VfEzyOtbxgJveCQfkcPNMXZFtAC1ksybRgy4BUifODxHRcO3aUx7Psryjl4ZPbvvUSZspxOWO_2Gjan0MNxNTRVUK5ttN61KVnYq3IlKGwkeAugv3wGeInkcFQbUngkEkcgruf3ndO7pQ/w480-h640/Profile%20performance%20photo.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: justify;">Inspiration for the performance was shamanic prayers done by Saura tribes performed with the rice grains to make a connection to the spiritual world, the world that is difficult to understand by the rational world. For several weeks I heard these rituals and prayers it resonated in my subconscious for many days. The idea for my performance was in response to this resonance in my subconscious mind.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4fThgnT8XpyH6qLH1ZyeftKiJulJ7KE053qF7qXEUlNILhowx0uvMR0APkY1wU_wcTe17H6tZIKUG3xXLjTx4IDkv0UkDdP00wIinCAfzdioTW4LU34DtzQ-aNYKiQSItvIlyuh_6M8cmonFd2XuusVm6p0FVDAFIXb7a8XTpabRZ5nUZJ5hID7755Q/s4032/20221125_162525.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="4032" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4fThgnT8XpyH6qLH1ZyeftKiJulJ7KE053qF7qXEUlNILhowx0uvMR0APkY1wU_wcTe17H6tZIKUG3xXLjTx4IDkv0UkDdP00wIinCAfzdioTW4LU34DtzQ-aNYKiQSItvIlyuh_6M8cmonFd2XuusVm6p0FVDAFIXb7a8XTpabRZ5nUZJ5hID7755Q/w640-h360/20221125_162525.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The concept for this performance considered the rituals and shamanistic practices of tribes in Orissa and the shamanistic ritual they performed. As a matter of interest, I did elaborate research on Saura Tribes and wished to work with the tribes of Orissa. The first-day performance was a solo as the tribe from the nearby region did not come, which allowed me to perform my ritual solo with paddy grains. A great atmosphere developed where all the energies synchronized for these rituals. The performance started with half a kilometer walk with paddy grain in a bamboo container dragged with a rope tied to my shoulder grains were falling on the road forming a trail of grain on the path I walked. The performance was to connect to nature spirits, seeds, and plants in the region.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: center;">The performance ritual was performed with an audio prayer by the Suara tribe and a live prayer to connect to 'nature's spirits. As part of the paddy grains were already placed in different circular forms on the ground after the rituals, I gave paddy grain to some of the audience and asked them to make some text forms. A large audience participated in this text ritual words were written, erased rewritten by many audiences, and then there was the closing of this ritual. This performance ritual was collaborated by audiences in large numbers with text rituals. The idea was mainly to connect to the land, Eco space, and the spiritual world to respond to audiences. 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font-size: large;">Part Two performance continued to 2nd day</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD6CA3dLznjO2rlsrwt4dYEic6djrEIJ13hu0VYapB5jk9_6iQvwpxfqO_SurJuRlnnI1ZnLL6b2g9Brv2Ppnh0Wg9_u1fF-63VrKVN6Hoeznz9ZV920SDawt9tYHJNSCFRakppTpIJXH6tdMwkN8Fat9x0dxGLiF40FUWCWEzLNPesfXAeci2gEudig/s1600/IMG-20230101-WA0056.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD6CA3dLznjO2rlsrwt4dYEic6djrEIJ13hu0VYapB5jk9_6iQvwpxfqO_SurJuRlnnI1ZnLL6b2g9Brv2Ppnh0Wg9_u1fF-63VrKVN6Hoeznz9ZV920SDawt9tYHJNSCFRakppTpIJXH6tdMwkN8Fat9x0dxGLiF40FUWCWEzLNPesfXAeci2gEudig/w640-h480/IMG-20230101-WA0056.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The performance work continued on 2nd day to clear the grain on-site with a ritual. This time, I was lucky as the nearby mundri tribe came to perform with me and collaborated for the performance without making any changes to their act wanted them to be natural and perform their rituals as per their tradition to fit in their way as a custom, we both bowed to each other to show mutual respect. I requested them to perform to do their ritual dance performance as I cleared the paddy grains. It was a finishage performance act where I tried to clean the paddy grain spread earlier. The ritual was to protect the grains and respect them as our food. This two-day performance was experiential and transformational for both my audience and me. It was like experiencing catharsis and subconscious transformational experience to learn about their ritual and adopt it.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRG0xdQtE07P_S3Bzdjie7Dv7S20kMVnn3hc8B5ZS7mzFi8om0Zl8W5tplI7JpKkTe8fQKw0UBj3t9uh8pBAGhkSiZ8EfgP4PUSzTRAPGXr-YxGrjSwA5JMK9huRfHvXmUk-z2A1SOpoA68wRgePfdUh4fmcvHMS0jQvIo6_ctOtLudtC52b_AI-Vnow/s996/317441114_10228597412941181_7902215905323787288_n.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; font-family: Calibri, "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="521" data-original-width="996" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRG0xdQtE07P_S3Bzdjie7Dv7S20kMVnn3hc8B5ZS7mzFi8om0Zl8W5tplI7JpKkTe8fQKw0UBj3t9uh8pBAGhkSiZ8EfgP4PUSzTRAPGXr-YxGrjSwA5JMK9huRfHvXmUk-z2A1SOpoA68wRgePfdUh4fmcvHMS0jQvIo6_ctOtLudtC52b_AI-Vnow/w640-h334/317441114_10228597412941181_7902215905323787288_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=YRMpY9VjDog">youtube.com/watch?v=YRMpY9VjDog</a></div><br /><p></p>Dimple B Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07588085428932149438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646844434363837753.post-55807557478048682982022-09-26T12:28:00.002-07:002023-02-20T21:31:56.645-08:00Incubating light- Encountering Catharsis<p><br /></p><br /><br />Performance for Festival Perform<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi58FlWGDdlB5bp4-7uqW8xPrM_3ZTBONUq2T-RSBsm2LelNYUoxuDfcEXz4zaIK95mJQF_4qbr6cjc-A-2Ytx0OIve1FTJDC9Er4NP9wcnbiZZUtesQc5kbA_LUTY32HNfBYykfi3BAfXfx3hWUCbZVOlsnZ_F_gZW1F9MgT1XTp3CQ6VX9FOZZjdpMA/s2048/IMG-20220820-WA0004.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1153" data-original-width="2048" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi58FlWGDdlB5bp4-7uqW8xPrM_3ZTBONUq2T-RSBsm2LelNYUoxuDfcEXz4zaIK95mJQF_4qbr6cjc-A-2Ytx0OIve1FTJDC9Er4NP9wcnbiZZUtesQc5kbA_LUTY32HNfBYykfi3BAfXfx3hWUCbZVOlsnZ_F_gZW1F9MgT1XTp3CQ6VX9FOZZjdpMA/w640-h360/IMG-20220820-WA0004.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />On 19th August 2022, the festival opened with my performance- The performance was to evoke<br /><br />positive and light energy and welcome the light energies. The performance started with a small<br /><br />prayer The performance was one-to-one interaction with the audience and it was a ritual to cleanse<br /><br />them from negative energy with milk, rose essence and rose flower. It was an action that reflected<br /><br />care and compassion and also service. This ritual is also slowly indulging in a ritual act of caring.<br /><br />Compassion, respect, and evoke positive energies. It is the reorientation of the energies for the creative act.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWUS4oKtePHBzdQklfsUqFWN4wAIE_E9KcKf4XmYAM2qC3c5CWC_55_wXEIm_YECXyRQbwTg788MqBgJcTmb4Owvn726r3BclR_Bguum0ZT_4Rfsgf9li45yBcLSJX5zf6Jans7xcytFwF4tvmwdqNSVXGIzE53dI-2hVAJMQfqfliK_LkUsSZquffhA/s2048/IMG-20220820-WA0023.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWUS4oKtePHBzdQklfsUqFWN4wAIE_E9KcKf4XmYAM2qC3c5CWC_55_wXEIm_YECXyRQbwTg788MqBgJcTmb4Owvn726r3BclR_Bguum0ZT_4Rfsgf9li45yBcLSJX5zf6Jans7xcytFwF4tvmwdqNSVXGIzE53dI-2hVAJMQfqfliK_LkUsSZquffhA/w640-h480/IMG-20220820-WA0023.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This was a durational performance and around 40 audiences interacted with one-to-one interaction<br /><br />where I cleaned their right hand /palm ritual with rose essential and milk and very gently cleaned it<br /><br />and asked people to make form/ drawing with Rice. After they completed the drawing I applied rose<br /><br />essence perfume to their hand and welcomed them to the festival this was the first part of the<br /><br />performance.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbARi39j0erl0_mGQj13pNl5Q8Hxmd2a-ApLViDRwqyb85mw7uPlZEs68AM18r5nwRnkcaKNkvdmjiBMA9Flk0menzKsW_97-MT3Wgknd_fLqntCRMhMgzO5n_3uekLwv27JREw8NHHCWNBiYKqu61h5RNAGCdOglvtnIyv4VI2LxJ0IKykDnu1sIGxQ/s2048/IMG-20220820-WA0021.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbARi39j0erl0_mGQj13pNl5Q8Hxmd2a-ApLViDRwqyb85mw7uPlZEs68AM18r5nwRnkcaKNkvdmjiBMA9Flk0menzKsW_97-MT3Wgknd_fLqntCRMhMgzO5n_3uekLwv27JREw8NHHCWNBiYKqu61h5RNAGCdOglvtnIyv4VI2LxJ0IKykDnu1sIGxQ/w300-h400/IMG-20220820-WA0021.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;">The second part of the Ritual was moving from one point to another point with guided light. The round form of dried installation is specially created from plants that reflect the earth's presence, resonating with the cosmos in the universe above. The idea was to guide this audience in dark to the inner light (inner consciousness) not with external means but gradually and constantly looking within. I used a small pipe sound that represented my presence I worked as a facilitator and a guide to the audience to sound and light take a journey to inner consciousness. This result and impact of performance would depend purely on audience involvement. This performance was a process of transforming experience with sound and light slowly bringing the audience to the universe and cosmos. I am also eternal light and light of silence.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The performance act was subtle action and moment all through the performance from the beginning</div><div style="text-align: left;">till the end finally ending up looking at the sky, stars, and universe with a moment of complete silence.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIKyL0V4SGdGctADFgch75DCCpBF4VoUZIyntilqFUuoJqxw0mFshegnGQ8kC3V5pBoT5w29AWU4CgZO_0wJob9d6Ut8Iux_a99T8ZXWpebaCdz4NuyFX6RuqbRfVKTo4a2TVeaCyX8atlHU3u-Kg2y1DzOQGhDPWULK0n_anWFoQEcmjgWvNr06WVPQ/s3264/20220819_201404.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIKyL0V4SGdGctADFgch75DCCpBF4VoUZIyntilqFUuoJqxw0mFshegnGQ8kC3V5pBoT5w29AWU4CgZO_0wJob9d6Ut8Iux_a99T8ZXWpebaCdz4NuyFX6RuqbRfVKTo4a2TVeaCyX8atlHU3u-Kg2y1DzOQGhDPWULK0n_anWFoQEcmjgWvNr06WVPQ/w640-h480/20220819_201404.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />In more largely context it evoked light energies and goddess Aditi (Swethambari -Goddess with</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">white light), the icon of godly imagery is just a symbolic representation and it has nothing to do with</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">religion. The personification of a goddess in everyone, the transformation through the ritual process</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">of the dried flower is also represented in the life cycle of life –death – re-emerge in form of energies.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Eventually, the living bodies I feel turn into light and these light energies reflect in our universe in</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">form of stars we all are light with different forms and through my ritualistic performance process, I</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">facilitate one to see this through my rituals. It solely depends on audience involvement and how</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">much the audience is involved in this transformational process some might not respond some might</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">resonate but not go deep some engage in this process and have a transformational experience. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig_teGpYWLqkB8fxCcyENkccdlxOERyJIrvB-6TkbjZi5TnQpMM0keRopViKdU5u81DlyP2O7_Gsm3UjQGT-w2vTsseMciLYcYXX8RSksY-oGHZYyYZHXIOJW3_RcnUtX7s8MSvZK2RydJ7_I4koccpP9G-1RW4-8a6djKmm8jVy8rzwQk5vPZz4vZNA/s2048/IMG-20220820-WA0003.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1153" data-original-width="2048" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig_teGpYWLqkB8fxCcyENkccdlxOERyJIrvB-6TkbjZi5TnQpMM0keRopViKdU5u81DlyP2O7_Gsm3UjQGT-w2vTsseMciLYcYXX8RSksY-oGHZYyYZHXIOJW3_RcnUtX7s8MSvZK2RydJ7_I4koccpP9G-1RW4-8a6djKmm8jVy8rzwQk5vPZz4vZNA/w640-h360/IMG-20220820-WA0003.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My performance is about how we gradually become part of nature and become nature itself. For me, it</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">was a transformational experience and I hope my audience too had this transformational experience</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">through interaction in time and space with an element of sound, touch, scent, and see.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dimple B shah 19th August 2022 Nordaris Lesppare Medoc France</div></div>Dimple B Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07588085428932149438noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646844434363837753.post-77707451746396311052022-09-26T11:36:00.001-07:002022-09-30T03:58:59.219-07:00Incubating light- Encountering Catharsis<br /><br /> 19 August 2022 <br /><br />Festival perform<iframe allow="autoplay" frameborder="no" height="300" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/1338961702&color=%23ff5500&auto_play=true&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=true&visual=true" width="100%"></iframe><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Interstate, "Lucida Grande", "Lucida Sans Unicode", "Lucida Sans", Garuda, Verdana, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: 100; line-break: anywhere; overflow: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap; word-break: normal;"><a href="https://soundcloud.com/festival-perform" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="Festival Perform">Festival Perform</a> · <a href="https://soundcloud.com/festival-perform/itw-perform-dimple-b-shah" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="ITW Perform - Dimple B Shah">ITW Perform - Dimple B Shah</a></div>Dimple B Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07588085428932149438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646844434363837753.post-52580666891671091562022-06-28T12:22:00.002-07:002022-06-28T12:22:56.548-07:00Resilience: how this exhibition featuring 55 artists inspires, transforms, and heals<p> <a href="https://yourstory.com/2022/06/art-exhibition-resilience-creativity/amp" target="_blank">https://yourstory.com/2022/06/art-exhibition-resilience-creativity/amp</a></p>By <a href="https://yourstory.com/author/madanmohan">Madanmohan Rao</a><br /><br />June 24, 2022<br /><br />, Updated on:Jun 24, 2022, 3:57 PM GMT+5:30<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJoso-gpQpD64OwkMeUpHMb-OfmHZD41KselCdgvT48njQn6KOv_cg64Iq2VHrNLMpKncky9tPHaHEyQ8HqAP2JcljgWe3UfnJVhuz6Z4yioFHii7aWUtrwkOJiCUo-b_vMUdeMLk3qY_EMYtKg1SRE9wRpjMZM0ZDFkY4i5Zw7W-F-i6CnnDt3hjxtw/s734/resilence%20banner%20(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="610" data-original-width="734" height="532" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJoso-gpQpD64OwkMeUpHMb-OfmHZD41KselCdgvT48njQn6KOv_cg64Iq2VHrNLMpKncky9tPHaHEyQ8HqAP2JcljgWe3UfnJVhuz6Z4yioFHii7aWUtrwkOJiCUo-b_vMUdeMLk3qY_EMYtKg1SRE9wRpjMZM0ZDFkY4i5Zw7W-F-i6CnnDt3hjxtw/w640-h532/resilence%20banner%20(2).jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://yourstory.com/tag/karnataka-chitrakala-parishath">Karnataka Chitakala Parishath</a> recently host the exhibition Resilience, featuring the works of over 55 artists of Karnataka. See our coverage of the earlier exhibitions: <a href="https://yourstory.com/2022/05/skills-practice-originality-creativity-chitra-santhe">Chitra Santhe,</a> <a href="https://yourstory.com/2022/06/photography-wildlife-amoghavarsha-patlapati">Moghi’s Tales,</a> <a href="https://yourstory.com/2022/05/art-creativity-team-yuva-exhibition">Team Yuva Collective,</a> <a href="https://yourstory.com/2022/04/kodagu-culture-creativity-art-smitha-cariappa">Aadipaaya,</a> and <a href="https://yourstory.com/2022/02/print-biennale-india-creativity-art">Print India Biennale.</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The exhibition was curated by Krishna Setty CS, former Chairman of Lalit Kala Akademi. “For the past two years, the pandemic adversely affected artists. But the artist community has shown resilience, and audiences are showing their support by attending exhibitions,” Krishna explains, in a chat with YourStory.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He is pleased with the feedback that the exhibition received. Some of the artworks were priced from Rs 15,000 to Rs 60 lakh.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdV7q8bYM8LaUs5z3V0e4cYNuS6aBmhb9v1l3DCw1RrdMskm5J3U6f9hzoLN_ippD_pYXSxKgRo0KwWG170OO77sKodwojaHWRifyOrXDcaJh13oXpGSU-_Db13u_nlaBQSuX-PYBxNcoxiydNqBSUdO207IpDRB5DpEsDAmZmDfc1lCU0jTB03kjQ-A/s4032/20220604_122316%20(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdV7q8bYM8LaUs5z3V0e4cYNuS6aBmhb9v1l3DCw1RrdMskm5J3U6f9hzoLN_ippD_pYXSxKgRo0KwWG170OO77sKodwojaHWRifyOrXDcaJh13oXpGSU-_Db13u_nlaBQSuX-PYBxNcoxiydNqBSUdO207IpDRB5DpEsDAmZmDfc1lCU0jTB03kjQ-A/w480-h640/20220604_122316%20(2).jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><br />“Art has a prominent role in society. It combines expression, exploration, and duty to society,” explains Dimple Shah, a Bengaluru-based multidisciplinary artist who has been practicing art for the last 22 years.<br /><br />She has participated in a number of biennale exhibitions and won awards such as the International Commonwealth Arts and Craft Award. She has worked at art residencies in the UK, India, and Nigeria.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Dimple studied at MS University, Baroda. Her art practice spans painting, printmaking, installation, and performance art.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0nUxaS5ZP9ALRFCWfLjA81ZooY8mzfFtFexQZPlqBT_7B0cmBBwyD1fqnR6Jex8HZ-Cpe41AI7OZ1cK6Y3-o8k1V_ZmAz-rYfDM5bZ-fh15SJ7hawlM4Q0UYksyPAr1mKL_JVqc97MUBMXSITNFKb9JyOUbBWi8vTlnjkE5UxJqkXZXY4_ZL3fP-YBQ/s853/your%20story%20image%20(2).jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0nUxaS5ZP9ALRFCWfLjA81ZooY8mzfFtFexQZPlqBT_7B0cmBBwyD1fqnR6Jex8HZ-Cpe41AI7OZ1cK6Y3-o8k1V_ZmAz-rYfDM5bZ-fh15SJ7hawlM4Q0UYksyPAr1mKL_JVqc97MUBMXSITNFKb9JyOUbBWi8vTlnjkE5UxJqkXZXY4_ZL3fP-YBQ/w640-h460/your%20story%20image%20(2).jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />“The meaning and crucial function of art in contemporary times are to bring forth socio-political and psychological aspects of society,” she adds. Other themes are ecological, humanitarian, and socio-cultural concerns.<br /><br /><br />For the Resilience exhibition, she showcased her work titled A Song for the Future. “The image is a metaphor for today's situation, where one sees the dark future but still celebrates the moment,” Dimple says.<br /><br /><br />“It is a surrealistic approach of one traveling in a picturesque set-up of a garden with lush green trees. There is a young child carrying a bird on the head, with a mask connected to an inbuilt small echo system to survive,” she describes<br /><br /><br />“It is the usual tendency of humans to try to find happiness in any adverse situation. In the process, we forgot to correct our mistakes and habituate to any given living conditions. The painting criticizes this attitude and aspect of society,” she adds.<br /><br />The transforming experience of art helps attain catharsis and heal both artist and community. “Success for an artist comes from the <br />exploration of the true path, reaching people, and transforming their lives,” Dimple signs off.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD6Ci_SjBaQugXCobBE3iSfd6ilKoK0kFEBYkEJzUZKzdd_-dfQd2CKPNI9Soy5Lij5Ss23WZwpR3sc-jp6Xt6sRzetiV2J9B0xm4AVn-Qd_XWnj_8k_nI3Wb-rFiEd4YG7yEK02Gh-Ow_N6_xROLV83o0prrGnF7O5T5T0bLq0Q2b-5oOfnmy53-d3Q/w640-h504/gallery3%20(2).jpg" /></div><br /><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNSCLmv0hjWhXclgZLJMbTXCAwqTryPbYG1AXkl86Nbgj1Lwg0nOXe_YxAMzDHCuX3OH9MQDtVC0Bo-099FTYztLYnaTRP0T4GuXNMNEx7wF0HQhtOAnii82CB2oKioGYXpZGKyDZvIzeWdJziEB22hT9A-U-FIkOs80-tuBXWsabrzQjrryQ_e0YxGg/s847/gallery2%20(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="616" data-original-width="847" height="466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNSCLmv0hjWhXclgZLJMbTXCAwqTryPbYG1AXkl86Nbgj1Lwg0nOXe_YxAMzDHCuX3OH9MQDtVC0Bo-099FTYztLYnaTRP0T4GuXNMNEx7wF0HQhtOAnii82CB2oKioGYXpZGKyDZvIzeWdJziEB22hT9A-U-FIkOs80-tuBXWsabrzQjrryQ_e0YxGg/w640-h466/gallery2%20(2).jpg" width="640" /></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Dimple B Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07588085428932149438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646844434363837753.post-61878013344600172462022-06-21T11:38:00.001-07:002022-06-21T11:38:54.810-07:00Jennie Klien on Dimple B Shah <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><h2 style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: georgia;">Jennie Klien on Dimple B Shah </span></b></h2><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.flowsymposium.org/blog/jennie-klein-on-dimple-b-shah?fbclid=IwAR1Aw_E92Fs02SqpiR0JsGZuNFfzXE1QcJ3sDfgq138gCY4OMZ0IOyhxb7Q">https://www.flowsymposium.org/blog/jennie-klein-on-dimple-b-shah?fbclid=IwAR1Aw_E92Fs02SqpiR0JsGZuNFfzXE1QcJ3sDfgq138gCY4OMZ0IOyhxb7Q</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNPUF62JRDPUDb8pgueUorJlHeCoH8CUqLw8MjRixEVWca2qDD4l-0kED0C1ZZ-hDKes7V04Sd6XqL1eRY0jvrb9co-TDnsGuBEQMnP35bKE9adnpKeYEXUiMEXrTrUddathI4ncqmhx6iMrYdz0I-q1Okg6Wqp_3lFvuQjA0OwFy6LpQqgCXhPtFuEA/s1000/9.Dimpleshah-Living-on-the-edge--Utopian-Land-Video+Performance-10+Minutes-Curated-by-Qing-cai-and-Bel-Ling--Pure-Land-Taiwan-Performance-Festival-2021-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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At the time, invoking a mother goddess to counteract 50,000 years of patriarchal rule seemed like a radical act. Just ten years later, invoking the mother goddess and using ritual was no longer viewed as being so radical. In fact, western feminist scholars and critics, many of whom were being appointed to positions within the academy, were somewhat embarrassed by cultural feminist art, which they saw as essentially flipping the patriarchal binary hierarchy of male/culture/language vs. women/nature/the body without questioning what it meant to embrace that binary, and why it was embraced in the first place. What had previously been radical was seen as hopelessly naive, simplistic, and guilty of cultural appropriation. Thus the critic Craig Owens, in his much cited two part article “The Discourse of Others,” published in The Anti-Aesthetic (edited by Hal Foster) in 1983, did not mention any artists who were working with images of the goddess, even though artist such as Marybeth Edelson and Betsy Damon were working in New York City, where Owens was based.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The western suspicion of feminist spirituality was not a global phenomenon. Significantly, feminist performance artists who were not educated or enculturated in the global north continued to make work informed by ritual and cultural tradition. Contemporary artists as diverse as Alejandra Herrera de Silva, Graciela Ovejero Postigo, Amanda Heng, AOR NOpowan, Monali Meher, Chinasa Vivian Ezugha, and Dimple B Shah have used ritual and spirituality in their work, with powerful results. Shah’s performances reference the everyday rituals that are all around her in Bangalore, India, without specifically engaging with one religion. In her own work, deliberate ritualistic actions are performed against a colorful and music-filled background. Shah’s work, as seen in her recent performance for Flow, harnesses the ancient idea of the feminine in order to speak to the importance of women’s rights today.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The description for this workshop promised the following to the participants:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This workshop will guide us in a process of reconnection to connect us to a deeper consciousness. I will draw on various techniques and methods that will help us to join random points of connection. These processes are developed from research on into performative rituals from my culture. I have been incorporating these elements and, it has helped me seek my answers. It is the process one can follow to start with, to form their style and language. These processes are a foundation for future understanding of self with Nature and our surroundings. This workshop seeks to be a journey to activate inner consciousness aligning to the macrocosmic and microcosmic world.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In addition to this, participants who had signed up received the following list prior to the first day:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Materials required –</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Big Bowl, Water, Soil/ Earth</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Steel container Oil olive, salt, Match box, Tissue wipes /or small cloth towel Flowers available in your area colours of you choices 3 Variety</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Making of Sweet -Almond, milk, honey, Rice, soil/earth,</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Scented Candle/ or plain – small one or</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Incense sticks flower essence,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Cardamom 5 or 7 numbers</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Clove 10 number</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Cinnamon- two stick</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">These materials, which can be seen in Shah’s performances (<a href="http://dimplebshah.blogspot.com/">http://dimplebshah.blogspot.com/</a>) and in many of the Buddhist, Hindu, and Jain religious ceremonies that surrounded Shah as she grew up, constituted the rituals that the participants would reference. However, this workshop was not about appropriating Indian spirituality and meditational techniques on the way to becoming physically fit, which is the case with most yoga practices in the west. Rather, it was about providing participants with a toolbox that they could use in order to make their own rituals without appropriating so-called exotic or foreign cultures. Shah was careful to distinguish between ritualistic worship of deities that are specific to Indian religions and ritualistic actions that are specific to the person who is embodying those actions. She asked the participants to do the same.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The workshop took place over two Thursdays and two Fridays, separated by a week. On the first day, the participants introduced themselves and Shah gave a presentation that included documentation of everyday rituals in Indian culture along with a discussion of several performances that she had done. The session ended with the participants plunging their hands into bowls of water, and then pushing their feet into a containers of soil or dirt. Participants were encouraged to combine the soil and water to make a Goddess shape.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On Day 2, the participants were tasked with two things. First, to try and count grains of rice up to 500. The action was surprisingly soothing, and took a long time. 500 grains of rice can fit easily on a small plate, and yet no one finished counting in less than 15 minutes. The second action was to take the goddess figure that had been made the day prior and decorate her with flowers that were either found or purchased. The flower arrangements that were reminiscent of modernist abstract art, artfully arranged and bordering on the abstract. Each participant gave a different narrative for why the flowers were chosen; several combined their flowers with the rice.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Day 3, required some improvisation as an email that was supposed to go out to the participants did not reach them. Shah had planned to lead the group in making an offering of rice, enhanced with cardamom, cinnamon, and cloves and sweetened with sugar and milk, for the earth goddess figure from the previous week. Upon realizing that the participants were not prepared, Shah pivoted and led an exploration of the Chakras, or 7 energy centers along the spine. Shah took her time explaining the mudras/hand gestures, location/meaning, and chants of the Chakras. The workshop concluded with a demonstration for how to make the sweet offering to the goddess, which the participants did on their own following the conclusion of the workshop.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Day 4 was devoted to rituals performed by the participants. But first, an unexpected challenge had to be overcome: a power outage on Shah’s end, which knocked everyone out of the zoom meeting. Fortunately one of the participants was able to create an alternate zoom meeting that allowed the workshop to continue. The final meeting gave space to the ritualistic and spiritual performances devised by the workshop participants. One participant performed a dancing ritual in their living space that referenced their childhood in Mexico. A second participant, based in Ireland, went outside and took off her clothing before brushing her long hair. A third, who was not able to be present, did a performance around the similarity between food made for offerings in Honduras and Bangalore. I did a ritual with a goddess that I had made with an aloe plant, which I swathed in cloth, decorated with flowers, and offered a portion of the treat I had made just that morning. My goddess was tongue-in-cheek, but also serious. The ritual was local–the day prior I had walked around my Ohio neighborhood to collect wildflowers to include on the altar.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In spite of power outages, internet issues, and time differences, the workshop was a sensory experience that pushed the participants outside of their comfort zones.</div>Dimple B Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07588085428932149438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646844434363837753.post-90784579263052320482022-06-21T11:09:00.001-07:002022-06-21T11:12:42.235-07:00Dimple Shah@Art TV<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="311" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Q5k4lcsduKE" width="481" youtube-src-id="Q5k4lcsduKE"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dimple Shah is a brilliant Performance artist, Painter, Print-maker, Photographer, and Theatrist. She has vast body of work, thought process, and skills to present a great set of multi-disciplinary art. Let's listen to her views and observations. Please like, comment, share, and subscribe to this channel. Please find the link below to click and view our channel.</div> <p></p>Dimple B Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07588085428932149438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646844434363837753.post-53843175833301331482021-12-25T09:52:00.000-08:002021-12-25T09:55:07.208-08:00Performances Rendering ‘Collective Existence’<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.artamour.in/post/performances-rendering-collective-existence">https://www.artamour.in/post/performances-rendering-collective-existence</a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: large;">by Alka Chadha Harpalani</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: large;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgxdR0mw5LtITDbh9bRz-yVgXn78EIYTQr1tanyv03NtuYkvt4txK7OLKS4EuZvCIHSOiDQj23pDlTvysE6uJi0rYI0TOplSrK19tNdPFMAD0GFxP0qsYIbrfpSNhOy-I9GZpkqUi8oe3MVeNGatKlyESZMjX_SEejHeooPK-JGFYqLjwQQk-zWMAYcUQ=s3008" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="3008" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgxdR0mw5LtITDbh9bRz-yVgXn78EIYTQr1tanyv03NtuYkvt4txK7OLKS4EuZvCIHSOiDQj23pDlTvysE6uJi0rYI0TOplSrK19tNdPFMAD0GFxP0qsYIbrfpSNhOy-I9GZpkqUi8oe3MVeNGatKlyESZMjX_SEejHeooPK-JGFYqLjwQQk-zWMAYcUQ=w640-h426" width="640" /></a></div><br /><b style="font-size: large;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The three art performances of Inder Salim, Dimple B. Shah, and Mukesh K. Zile Singh at the recently concluded Jaipur Art Summit enacted to propel greater awareness and concern for environmental degradation also mirrors the individual visions of each artist. The performances were curated by Dimple B. Shah for the Summit, which was held in association with the Vrindavan Research Institute, Braj Sanskriti Sanskaran: Yug yugeen Shri Krishna – Vyapti aur sandharbh from 7 to 11 December 2021 in Vrindavan, Uttar Pradesh. The event included many activities like painting workshops, musical performances, folk dance, book releases, saanjhi kala, and so on.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Each of the simple, yet profound acts imbued with deep meanings are a quintessence of performance art. Unplanned and random materials, selectively picked from their personal box of experiences and observations, while personifying the artist’s intention, have aided the expressions. The acts reveal the ugly truth of deforestation with towering concrete buildings, climate change, pollution hazards and above all the insensitivity of people towards ecological concerns. The acts speak eloquently when one gets involved in the visual dialogue.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Engulfed in a black robe, <a href="https://www.artamour.in/post/inder-salim-art-of-performance">Inder Salim</a> explores the play of the subconscious mind through his performance Between Doors and Pores. The act includes interaction with the audience – a question-answer session on art and philosophy. Sitting and intermingling with the audience becomes a part of the performance itself. He describes his concept with reference to The Art of Dreaming by Carlos Casteneda:</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgyj7mpE9Cg3f0KoEcnA73iTZ9YxKc_dw_XyOm2G5eKnxV9aFxsVDqaqbgcUSYgPjKnUSGDrskjOjYsvT-8EkSilfZrSp5my-fbF5l4o29cqhhS50n-cL0QhQiWx_1exBkFOzasGANPquwQt4DwP7WZkKSlzK-y41KNArM8jMvsOiA1m1b7bt9dVKMpcQ=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2268" data-original-width="4032" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgyj7mpE9Cg3f0KoEcnA73iTZ9YxKc_dw_XyOm2G5eKnxV9aFxsVDqaqbgcUSYgPjKnUSGDrskjOjYsvT-8EkSilfZrSp5my-fbF5l4o29cqhhS50n-cL0QhQiWx_1exBkFOzasGANPquwQt4DwP7WZkKSlzK-y41KNArM8jMvsOiA1m1b7bt9dVKMpcQ=w640-h360" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">“The Art of Dreaming describes the steps needed to master the control and consciousness of dreams. The Toltecs of Don Juan Matus' lineage believed that there are seven barriers to awareness, which they termed `The Seven Gates of Dreaming' or obstacles to awareness. In The Art of Dreaming Castaneda describes extensively how a state called ‘Total Awareness’ can be achieved by means of dreaming by overcoming these obstacles. Four of the ‘Gates’ are discussed in The Art of Dreaming. What follows is not so much a technique in achieving lucidity, but rather the practical application of lucid dreaming. By acting in a certain way while dreaming, one can cause psychosomatic changes in one's being, including an alternate way of dying. What follows is a point-form summary of the philosophy surrounding Toltec dreaming as a way of ‘sorcery that is a return to Paradise’."</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj1HJTQSPKmv1aoOPdD238LM4Fg-UzfTHXHsGJrV9WezvYWWtpPk-t-z9F89Rg2q9bSiXQ6BocG6Fb3eo1Z0L_QHIC0N8Nv7n0likw2YvdXWH9-1x_r9ybfmYhKyGfjkc4SLyKIBje0LixyEMXt6gteGOvl_Qkyuubqw5Is9LavFPu2KrFmaPU0HC9NJg=s1411" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1411" data-original-width="1275" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj1HJTQSPKmv1aoOPdD238LM4Fg-UzfTHXHsGJrV9WezvYWWtpPk-t-z9F89Rg2q9bSiXQ6BocG6Fb3eo1Z0L_QHIC0N8Nv7n0likw2YvdXWH9-1x_r9ybfmYhKyGfjkc4SLyKIBje0LixyEMXt6gteGOvl_Qkyuubqw5Is9LavFPu2KrFmaPU0HC9NJg=w578-h640" width="578" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://www.artamour.in/post/dimple-shah-multidisciplinary-artist-and-performance-art-exponent">Dimple B. Shah</a>’s performance, From Existentialism to Extinction – Air, Water, Land and Living Being embraces numerous layers in her act. While performing the rituals we see her with an empty lotus pond loaded with clay compost, shielded with grill and haunting polyphonic mourning sounds, and clutching a monkey sculpture. Progressively coming out and entering the second cage with rabbits; standing silently, constructing a connection with plants and animals; she then lets rabbits quietly play on her robe. All this is followed by the artist sitting on the mound of dried leaves spread over the ground. It gives goose bumps to the viewers, as they and the students sprinkle mehandi over her, symbolically signifying natural healing therapy using the organic material.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi08B_O8u405cizYss5c9kfGwp54OxAogiuDUGm3zNRwIC9igtseadPu0TCI4jnYTdVFS4wp6zqMpqvepwiNXvEO-XpIdCd-JjAkYR1EiuZGxF5J-uyWBBiJTIBNJSZJGqjsoKx41RA9zL6WMBKhCuysNIVs10vo6Dhy36C91uM1xIyv9O819JN62e5eA=s3008" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="3008" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi08B_O8u405cizYss5c9kfGwp54OxAogiuDUGm3zNRwIC9igtseadPu0TCI4jnYTdVFS4wp6zqMpqvepwiNXvEO-XpIdCd-JjAkYR1EiuZGxF5J-uyWBBiJTIBNJSZJGqjsoKx41RA9zL6WMBKhCuysNIVs10vo6Dhy36C91uM1xIyv9O819JN62e5eA=w640-h426" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>The above two photos are courtesy of the artist Dimple B. Shah and the photographer Umashankar Purohit<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“The land of Temple and land of Holy Basil Vrindhavan is the ancient Sanskrit name of the city, Vṛndāvana, which comes from its groves of vṛndā (Holy basil) and vana (a grove or forest) is also not far from clutches of Environmental crises and destruction of old trees affecting living animals and birds like peacock, birds and lot of animals like monkeys. Modern development and illegal construction of human settlements and occupation of the land has led to the disappearance of the Yamuna belt and several historical sites. The unauthorized construction of buildings and covering of river beds and expansion of human settlements have drastically affected the ecosystem of this small place and life. Both the city's environment and cultural heritage are severely affected by environmental pollution. We are still to come out of the pandemic and comprehend and deal with the crises. Water, air and land are all getting polluted. A recent picture of the Yamuna River contaminated with froth and foam went viral. This keeps repeating every year when the factories surrounding the Yamuna belt dispose of untreated contaminated chemical water to the river. Unless there is strict action taken by the government to regulate the disposing of chemicals into the river, or any other river in the country, this will keep repeating. The air quality is deteriorating in every city to the extent that it has become poisonous to breathe in and is detrimentally impacting the living conditions of all living beings. As an artist, we respond to the call of nature during this critical period through our work. Artists engage with and subtly respond to the community and space through narratives and metaphoric or poetic actions,” says Dimple.</div></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEigiSDKjYUHyz_1F5phnu1NYkmUyX8rD4fgdnpv25KC1utMCpgVC3DyA5_NlwMc0JJS1c4bI6BN3gwSkrDTbAY-f7wrXdtpMv7s07JszmwZc1HkqTstkF6gr2ry8fG7RMFwVGaCRVCPwLCh1fIF05yh4jEKk_66PgLnkymFqQArM7C8vLCI0URM61iQkg=s730" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="410" data-original-width="730" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEigiSDKjYUHyz_1F5phnu1NYkmUyX8rD4fgdnpv25KC1utMCpgVC3DyA5_NlwMc0JJS1c4bI6BN3gwSkrDTbAY-f7wrXdtpMv7s07JszmwZc1HkqTstkF6gr2ry8fG7RMFwVGaCRVCPwLCh1fIF05yh4jEKk_66PgLnkymFqQArM7C8vLCI0URM61iQkg=w640-h360" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://www.artamour.in/post/performance-art-project-asia-light-and-shadow-part-1">Mukesh K. Zile Singh</a>’s performance titled Roots, Trees, and Human is a thoughtful, psychological insight into the environmental issues, veiled in simplification, with the use of intriguing props that charge up the space. He is seen with his face concealed with silver foil and a tape, gripping a burnt log and dragging it across the ground, then losing his grip to cause the log to drop at a point, and then yet carrying on with the considerable effort. Restless drawings of the circles with coal, leaving a black mark on the track, the lingering reverberating sounds of deep breaths and panting due to choking – they all point to the close connection between humans and nature. Through his act he highlights the disconnection between the two, and human apathy to the bitter consequences of deforestation because of the use of products that are not eco-friendly, thus creating a horrifying world for themselves to live in.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“It is no wonder that trees have captured the human imagination since the beginning of time. Their strength, deeply rooted in the Earth, is an inspiration. Their trunk and branches are a wonder of nature because they stand sturdy and impenetrable most of the time, yet they can flex and sway with the wind when needed. Since the beginning of time, humans have had a sense that trees are sentient beings just like us, that they can feel pain that they bleed when they are hurt. We can feel a tree’s vibrational energy when placing our hand upon its bark. With their deep roots, trees carry significant energy from the ground. We naturally feel peace and serenity when walking in the shade of trees. Trees are considered sacred in many cultures and trees are worshiped universally by ancient peoples in every corner of the globe. As an artist, our role is to document and critically look at the socio-cultural consequences of environmental changes and find different ways to communicate this to the audience,” says Mukesh describing his act</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhcJ7hawdNQSzr0UyBjfFk5cJGAQQ-Y57eeFWPipSKaLRePD1XMISIQUsk9wCuogxo9XzCMN9saH9jqRR1oulR-cbL0xYer4dveqp2b2FlcpkN5iWrdAn1i4u543uLxkod4Yo7vrGm_vF2NkBhFmtYhPhMDFB1ndxwd6yVOrV8EYmE0i54hQQ7C2T1ZMQ=s500" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="261" data-original-width="500" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhcJ7hawdNQSzr0UyBjfFk5cJGAQQ-Y57eeFWPipSKaLRePD1XMISIQUsk9wCuogxo9XzCMN9saH9jqRR1oulR-cbL0xYer4dveqp2b2FlcpkN5iWrdAn1i4u543uLxkod4Yo7vrGm_vF2NkBhFmtYhPhMDFB1ndxwd6yVOrV8EYmE0i54hQQ7C2T1ZMQ=w640-h334" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The three performances echo the artists’ responses and contemplation to happenings all around and their helplessness towards the environmental changes taking place. Their distinctive acts are dialogues involving the audience and bridge the gap between the artist and the viewer – they may be separate actualities but yet appear amalgamated. There is directness and simplicity in expression and the spatial thoughtfulness, openness and the visual spells they cast can be readily identified with and understood, thus creating a bond between the performer and the audience. Taken together they force the onlookers to delve deep into each performance and urges us towards a collective existence.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">(All images are courtesy of the respective artists unless mentioned otherwise)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/8b805b_06f073be8f174e33a46d41f866e38ae3~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_108,h_108,al_c,q_90/8b805b_06f073be8f174e33a46d41f866e38ae3~mv2.webp" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dr Alka Chadha Harpalani is an artist, researcher, writer, poet, and has worked as a professor. She is involved in an e-learning project by MHRD (Ministry of Human Resource and Development) at Dayalbagh University, Agra. Editor of the journal Artistic Narration (Anu Books) for over 10 years and recipient of many prestigious awards and honours, she has held and participated in many all India and international exhibitions, and published research papers and articles in renowned art journals, newspapers and magazines.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Dimple B Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07588085428932149438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646844434363837753.post-52636188935588766202021-12-18T09:31:00.000-08:002021-12-18T09:31:44.981-08:00The Salon Launches a Q&I Between Dimple B Shah and Nicolás<p></p><h2 style="text-align: left;"><a href="Image: Courtesy of Dimple B Shah Excerpt from Q&I below / To read the full piece go to: https://www.interiorbeautysalon.com/dimple-b-shah"><br />Image: Courtesy of Dimple B Shah<br />Excerpt from Q&I below /<br />To read the full piece go to:<span style="color: #2b00fe;"> https://www.interiorbeautysalon.com/dimple-b-shah</span></a></h2><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEif7zHP_oJRRqhozrCC7qM1zU-PpQGsNqVou9-HLXKvBd-BVVeWd98PeSit_fqnNkp4ITg98L8iMRygZgQXwH2NVfqpNFhB51acX2ccmsz1fP6eKBhJcAyUKVrDa5pao1IteQMqtoO0gphr-eYzce5H_mB4n6Ei9f2J3dYzN2pN-9FEx7aYk4dLQ0CHjg=s1500" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1125" data-original-width="1500" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEif7zHP_oJRRqhozrCC7qM1zU-PpQGsNqVou9-HLXKvBd-BVVeWd98PeSit_fqnNkp4ITg98L8iMRygZgQXwH2NVfqpNFhB51acX2ccmsz1fP6eKBhJcAyUKVrDa5pao1IteQMqtoO0gphr-eYzce5H_mB4n6Ei9f2J3dYzN2pN-9FEx7aYk4dLQ0CHjg=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /> <br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nicolás: I am extremely interested in the concept of The Mother. I have worked with my mother on several occasions. In 2007, she sent me off to Germany where I invited the Holy Infant of Prague to take over me for several days and, so I renounced my personality for that time. My mother made the vestment of the Holy Infant. Linda Mary Montano also worked with her mother way back, and I see that you work with your mother as well. Any insights?</div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dimple B Shah: I am very close to my mother. My relationship has deepened as I am living with her for the past 12 years due to her illness. The emotional bond has become even stronger. I share my thoughts with her, my creative ideas, and my emotional traumas. My mother has also evolved from a homemaker, to slowly become an artist. For the past five years or more, she has started to draw and paint and I encouraged her to do so to divert her from negative thinking and, since then she has shown tremendous interest and now is slowly becoming an artist. I have shared my first thought and idea of performances with her for the last two years. Mother has collaborated with me in my performances. The bond between mother and daughter is strong, unconditional and, the backbone of our strength. Words are not enough to explain our relationship.</div><br /><a href="https://www.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/3646844434363837753/5263618893558876620#">https://www.interiorbeautysalon.com/dimple-b-shah?fbclid=IwAR32E73HLYCoSZ1SXsEKyXiyTcKGdPXtYBd02d0NnO0yPYxIUW9YeWt2YVQ</a><div><div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></div></div></div></div></div>Dimple B Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07588085428932149438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646844434363837753.post-31078686573402870732021-12-16T09:02:00.004-08:002021-12-16T09:10:17.796-08:00ARTISTS PORTRAYING SPATIAL INTELLIGENCE<p>ROYAL ART TIMES <br />ARTICLE BY DR. ALKA CHANDA HARPALANI <br /><br /><br />DATED 15 DECEMBER 2021 <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhz7VVzqBFqKlOHOvHdK37WHr0c3dv71IGIF___rLF06nuvQFE78fpw0msYK3nsPN6ys9SuXCGCH-d0_ZvcXg-0BWVmbNBgO7B2CX2slcw_f9yrqN70r8_WhGsettJ5FKDqPlBiCDtJjpBdsHuEwvcwuz7VGazlEeUalKue-czqQxlMqpkbuG0F85Gd4w=s854" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="854" data-original-width="684" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhz7VVzqBFqKlOHOvHdK37WHr0c3dv71IGIF___rLF06nuvQFE78fpw0msYK3nsPN6ys9SuXCGCH-d0_ZvcXg-0BWVmbNBgO7B2CX2slcw_f9yrqN70r8_WhGsettJ5FKDqPlBiCDtJjpBdsHuEwvcwuz7VGazlEeUalKue-czqQxlMqpkbuG0F85Gd4w=s16000" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgXYqZTFn9yTofHrDxzx_x8d41eyT2AnDRTEWq6H7psjN7hSz-WyGP_8OD7V48x1Kd6lWa4twfCIpKbfpC6P1M17I-SaBBHud8MWMOHZS2MJPoW7Nv5AovVqvtNGQZT1sdv_P_0EcWuKarDrfIUSSGKKNmlWJeD0ypEDn06b_olEaocA37NHCxh91XXQ=s893" style="clear: left; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRv_gjRQQFSly0p1-JKLNsp4oqAt_hy9Fb8j_IUwr-7iGS2yuzj0MoySf3MtEXlVF65z3JbfSGNMd_uee4sHK0TXTLyin1Bzl4ZsXOpdN53RnYxJVHCwlD0-_isWqroTkLly3aQlvwyzNJ/s960/104172132_10222551218470098_4079442305581990708_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="960" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRv_gjRQQFSly0p1-JKLNsp4oqAt_hy9Fb8j_IUwr-7iGS2yuzj0MoySf3MtEXlVF65z3JbfSGNMd_uee4sHK0TXTLyin1Bzl4ZsXOpdN53RnYxJVHCwlD0-_isWqroTkLly3aQlvwyzNJ/s320/104172132_10222551218470098_4079442305581990708_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Dimple Shah is a multidisciplinary artist; her work builds strong political and social knowledge in a physical and poetic visual language. Her work represents the intrinsic study of philosophy, psychology, shamanism, and eco-feminism with key socio-political concerns related to war-related humanitarian issues like migration, crimes against women, etc.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Catharsis, purification, healing, distillation, and extraction of the pure from the self are essential elements in her works with various approaches that are ephemeral, spontaneous, and interactive to help in the healing process. Seen in this light, her work with the distillation process can in a metaphorical sense be applied to the thematic concerns addressed in her art.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/8b805b_d8912830b9ef40bf9dabadd5048686e3~mv2.png/v1/fill/w_232,h_88,al_c,q_95/8b805b_d8912830b9ef40bf9dabadd5048686e3~mv2.webp" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">1. When did you decide and what prompted you to become an artist? Please give a brief account of your challenges and struggles in your journey as an artist. Any role models?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">DS: My fascination with conventional theatre sparked my curiosity in art and visual performance art. During my undergraduate years in 1995, I was part of some play productions and worked with B. Jayshree and for an independent theatre group called Ranga Shankara Troop, where I met Arundhati Nag. This experience of seven years allowed me to gain a comprehensive understanding of backstage and onstage activities and learn about the history of theatre in India and around the globe. I participated in plays such as 'Tippu Sultan’, ‘Surya Shikari’, and ‘Jasma Uddan’, to name a few, and developed a strong desire to learn more about traditional theatre. At that time, I was considering a career in theatre.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Following my graduation in commerce from NMKRV College for Women's in Bangalore, I realized that I had an inclination towards the arts and various art forms. I followed a completely different path in the visual arts, enrolling in a five-year course and graduated with a Diploma in Painting from the Ken School of Art in 1998. I then pursued my deep interest in graphics (printmaking), working for a year in the Graphic Studio at Karnataka Lalit Kala Akademi to nurture my printmaking skills and worked hard to develop a good body of work so that I could to gain admission and completed a Postgraduate Diploma in Printmaking in Baroda in 2001.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My desire to learn more led me to apply for numerous scholarships. Fortunately, I received the Commonwealth Arts and Craft Award 2005 and spent nine months at Glasgow Print Studio. During the early years of my graduation, I got inspired by German existentialist artists like Anslem Kiefer, Joseph Beuys, Rebecca Horn, Jenny Holzer, and the early dada artists like Man Ray who followed surrealist approaches. I could instantly connect to the philosophical and existential quest in my mind, which became a foundation for my journey. During my masters, I explored not just printmaking but extended my explorations in visual performance art. Initially, I experimented with photographic performance. In 2001 I presented my first official performance at the faculty auditorium in front of a large audience that was also part of the final year art display – an open day for the public. From then onward I’ve never looked back, and now after 20 plus years, I continue on my journey with 70 plus performances performed till now in dozens of cities across three continents.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It took a lot of effort to convince people about performance art which was not that popular in the Indian contemporary space. To perform in public spaces involved a lot of effort, from investing money to taking permissions and organizing everything and finally performing. There is lack of understanding and people always believed and still do that performance art is free. This is not true. A tremendous amount of time, energy, labour and investment goes into it like any other art form.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have constantly worked to change this thinking and have been able to bring about some change over the years (20 years of effort and research and experience is not just like that). I’ve been internationally recognized for my work and have made my mark to get commissioned for my performance works.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. What art projects are you working on currently? What is your inspiration or motivation for this?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">DS: There are a couple of projects I am documenting on a Research Fellowship on Changing Trends in Printmaking as a printmaker. In the last decade there has been a paradigm shift in the printmaking art scene in India with individual printmakers increasingly shifting their dependence from the public studio to establishing their own private studio, not only in major cities but also in smaller ones like Nainital and Nagpur. Another ongoing research project is related to alchemy, shamanism and ecology, which I’ve been working on for the last fifteen years and which enhances my art practice. Presently, I’m preparing for a performance project titled 'Research-Creation in Urgent Times’ for Spar2c, who have invited artists whose works are predominantly research-based.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Apart from these, I am working on creating prints and paintings – I am planning a solo show after many years. There are also curatorial projects lined up: the ‘Lock Unlock’ and ‘Transitstation’ performance art projects are both research-based laboratories where we as a team explore online performance possibilities.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">3. Contemporary art has become very diverse and multidisciplinary in the last few decades. Do you welcome this trend? Is this trend part of your art practice?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">DS: I describe my artistic practice as multidisciplinary as my art practice has evolved in various mediums such as performance, printmaking, and other media. While I draw a line for my expression, I work according to the need of my concept. In recent years, my focus has been on merging these artistic mediums in an interdisciplinary language. In particular, performance and live art as a means of expression contain for me the elements of time and space of my subconscious impulses with the same time frame; it has the dual purpose of engaging the body as a means of communication and the audience to respond directly and immediately. All my performance works deal with social issues through visual expression, which, in addition to the video installations, serves as a comprehensive study. The video projection and mundane objects used for the performance reinforce the power of my argument. In the last two decades, I have developed my own language of expression by merging and working independently in these mediums, especially in live performance art and by involving myself in community-based public projects and to build a community of performance artists. I have done more than seventy plus live art performances in different countries and cities around the globe on various socio-political and ecological concerns, historical relevance of cities and women's issues.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Printmaking is the other apt medium to develop the complexity that is underlying in the subject that I address in my work. The construction of the work, by placing layers next to each other or superimposing layers, can be mapped into the complex structure of the socio-human problems that my work addresses.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">4. Does art have a social purpose or is it more about self-expression?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">DS: In recent years, my artistic work has focused on identifying the "me", both at the macro and micro levels. As an individual who is part of a social structure, my work expresses the self that needs to navigate the effects of the socio-political turmoil and related human problems juxtaposed with the personal plane to cope with the emotional responses of alienation, insecurity and fear as a by-product of our "postmodern" era. The duality of exploration is reflected both in the concepts underlying my impressions and in the work on the stage.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Over two decades, my artistic practice has gradually evolved with core humanitarian issues in relation to equality and justice to emotional responses arising from socio-political, religious, and community issues, such as ethnic riots, conflicts, women's safety, oppression and environmental concerns. At times, I explore growing and developing cities like Bangalore which have a rich historical background and relevance. My journey as an artist grew out of my philosophical and existential questioning and perspective of the self and has now became more complex as I exposed myself to the reality of the prevailing social structure, such as the experience of the 2002 Godhra communal riots in Gujarat where men, women, and children brutally killed, women tortured and bodies burned. It drastically affected my thought process and as an emotional reaction, I performed ‘Saffron Border’ in 2003 at the Kanoria Art Centre and the Bangalore Kala Mela Festival. From here there was a transition to go inward and to introspect on my roots when I went to the Glasgow print studio residency for nine months. During my experience in Glasgow I felt a hollowness, a void, and I turned toward my roots where I explored both western and Indian alchemy to look for answers for healing and catharsis and visual representation of imagery from early texts on alchemy. The residency was fruitful to evolve my perspective and bring in the elements of cure (healing) and use of natural healing materials, such as milk, salt, turmeric, ash, etc., in my later works which are ongoing.. The residency led to a solo show, ‘Katharsis in Forbidden Zones’, which was about the aspect of nine metals affecting social and other related faculties of philosophy and psychology and in what way one can achieve 'catharsis' and purging and also get healed. The show was a set of installations and paintings and a video of the performance. I worked with various alchemical elements and essentials as a base to analyse different stages of purification.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The purpose of art is a double-edged, artistic expression of observing and looking at society both from internal and external perspectives with a bird's eye view and an open mind, inclusive of humanistic values and critical socio-political and ecological issues. To bring in concerns of extinction of human beings and other living beings and ecological concerns during the pandemic I worked with shamanism for my performance, ‘Prayer of Shaman’, for Out of Site Chicago, ‘Prayer for Co-existence for Laboratory for Art Soul’ in Germany, and ‘Survival and Coexistence for Bio Networks’ organized by the Dhaka Live Art Biennale.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">5. Where do you create your art (workplace/studio)? What is your process?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">DS: In recent years, my artistic work has focused on identifying the "me", both at the macro and micro levels. As an individual who is part of a social structure, my work expresses the self that needs to navigate the effects of the socio-political turmoil and related human problems juxtaposed with the personal plane to cope with the emotional responses of alienation, insecurity and fear as a by-product of our "postmodern" era. The duality of exploration is reflected both in the concepts underlying my impressions and in the work on the stage.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Over two decades, my artistic practice has gradually evolved with core humanitarian issues in relation to equality and justice and emotional responses arising from socio-political, religious, and community issues, such as ethnic riots, conflicts, women's safety, oppression, and environmental concerns. At times, I explore growing and developing cities like Bangalore which have a rich historical background and relevance. My journey as an artist grew out of my philosophical and existential questions and perspective of the self and has now became more complex as I exposed myself to the reality of the prevailing social structure, such as the experience of the 2002 Godhra communal riots in Gujarat where men, women, and children brutally killed, women tortured and bodies burned. It drastically affected my thought process and as an emotional reaction, I performed ‘Saffron Border’ in 2003 at the Kanoria Art Centre and the Bangalore Kala Mela Festival. From here there was a transition to go inward and to introspect on my roots when I went to the Glasgow print studio residency for nine months. During my experience in Glasgow, I felt a hollowness, a void, and I turned toward my roots where I explored both western and Indian alchemy to look for answers for healing and catharsis and visual representation of imagery from early texts on alchemy. The residency was fruitful to evolve my perspective and bring in the elements of cure (healing) and use of natural healing materials, such as milk, salt, turmeric, ash, etc., in my later works which are ongoing.. The residency led to a solo show, ‘Katharsis in Forbidden Zones’, which was about the aspect of nine metals affecting social and other related faculties of philosophy and psychology and in what way one can achieve 'catharsis' and purging and also get healed. The show was a set of installations and paintings and a video of the performance. I worked with various alchemical elements and essentials as a base to analyze different stages of purification.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The purpose of art is a double-edged, artistic expression of observing and looking at society both from internal and external perspectives with a bird's eye view and an open mind, inclusive of humanistic values and critical socio-political and ecological issues. To bring in concerns of extinction of human beings and other living beings and ecological concerns during the pandemic I worked with shamanism for my performance, ‘Prayer of Shaman’, for out-of-site Chicago and also ‘Prayer for Co-existence for Laboratory for Art Soul’ in Germany, and ‘Survival and Coexistence for Bio Networks’ organized by the Dhaka Live Art Biennale.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The process of creation starts in my mind months before I sit in front of the canvas. I make rough sketches that change often. Once I’ve decided on a composition, it starts working in my mind . . . the size, colours, materials, and so on. The picture I create in my mind may not appear the same on canvas, so it undergoes changes at different levels. My works with rag impressions on canvas took about four years of hard work. I discarded more than a dozen canvases during my experiment. I need a very large space as I cannot move the un-stretched canvas for about a month on which I create the impression with a gunny rag. Once I separate gunny from the canvas, I again allow the impression to dry completely. I work with paint and a thin brush to get the desired shades and paint on it the required object. I’ve moved on from just natural gunny colour to coloured gunny rag. I’ve also introduced print to support my idea and acrylic along with oil paint. One thing has led to another and finally, I've started pasting a few gunny threads also on canvas.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">6. To what extent will the world of art change in the post-Covid period – both in terms of what is created as also the business of art?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">DS: There has been considerable change in the online platform during the pandemic; it opened up various avenues while physical galleries closed down. During the pandemic, artists looked for possibilities to survive. Artists working with paintings chose the many online platforms made available to showcase their works. While the probability to sell works was slim in 2020, nevertheless, in 2021 many artists started exploring the NFT platform. I too got a few introductions but never explored the possibilities. As a performance artist, it did open up several doors, one has to have an open mind to experiment with online opportunities and work with video performances. Several platforms came up, to name a couple, 'The Lock Unlock Performance Art Project' and 'Transitstation', which I am part of as a core member. We invited several international artists to perform on these platforms and, we have launched 20 successful episodes ‘Of Lock Unlock’ till now. I have also been honoured to participate and get commissioned for projects with international organizations to present my work (live-streamed and recorded video performance). Around the globe, live performance artists are looking out for various modules to work out possibilities. The post-pandemic artist network has broadened. It has given vast scope to work out different experiments in various laboratories. We also got more time to reflect on our thought process for future shows and examine possibilities in terms of art business like NFT. I would optimistically assume that post-pandemic both online and physical exhibitions will explode with shows. I hope the market will be good and will broaden on both platforms and open doors for marketing with rise in demand depending on the market conditions and the economy as a whole.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">7. Tell us about any other interest you may have besides your art practice. Does it get reflected</div><div style="text-align: justify;">in your art?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">DS: I am interested in gardening, cooking; I feel life and art go hand in hand. I believe and stress on Art-Life as one mantra. I have used both of my interests as part of my art project growing organic millets, wheatgrass, green gram for my art projects, to mention a few. I have performed several versions of this performance piece in different events. I grew millet for the first time that I performed in 2014 for Live Art Lab at Bangalore Santé (Vivekananda Metro station). It was a durational work since I prepared sowing seeds three weeks prior to the actual performance and also designed my own costume to carry those plants. Later, I also planted the seeds in the gardens of Bangalore Santé and the saplings were given away to the audience.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I performed this again in 2017 at Goethe Institute, where I sowed wheatgrass seeds for four weeks and later installed and distributed the saplings to audience members. In 2017 I collaborated with students of the State University of Performing and Visual Arts, Rothak, and did a performance, along with 10-12 students, titled A Small Piece of Earth in My Pocket – Warriors of Nature. An Iranian filmmaker, Maryna Grytsai, made a film on this project titled A Piece of Earth in My Pocket.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Cooking also became part of one of the performance works for ‘The Longest Day Performance Festival’ in Zurich, Switzerland – I engaged in day-long labour for this act by making fafda, representing working women in major cities who make poppadum and chapatti for their everyday living. This performance was a metaphor for the everyday work of women which is not considered as work. In this work, I brought an imaginary fantasy of Switzerland by implanting an impression of the landscape through the vegetable colour print on fafda and also the holy cow which connects both India and Switzerland.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">(All images and videos are courtesy of the artist, Dimple Shah unless mentioned otherwise)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The artamour questionnaire is a regular series of interviews with visual artists across disciplines, who share their views about art, their practice, and their worldview on a common questionnaire template. Like, comment, share, and subscribe to stay updated.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/8b805b_d480f6cea6484d5c82223e4e06f99966~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_569,h_842,al_c,q_20/file.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><br />Dimple B Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07588085428932149438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646844434363837753.post-11661390049750416992021-10-17T00:24:00.001-07:002021-11-09T05:17:40.283-08:00SILENCE OF THE FURY<br /><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"> Holistic Approach of my Art Practise Performance and Printmaking <br />The Journey these double-take works started with conceptualizing the Performance Video for Live Action-16<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Silence of the Fury </i></span><br /><br />60 seconds HD video 1:1 ratio, 2021<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdG5AzbnlnNPd62FcPVgTKdyA-8kPoHvU7Vk8yf8O0CVMTNkNBGdrmD7CeN6Xpko4v1mDMdfAOUMfAiZAelbBnkZgwqp1_fAa9maePaslFDfPzRfOSFTx57U-XwJLOJH7ct5Nf4sUWUdvl/s2048/Silence+of+the+Fury.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdG5AzbnlnNPd62FcPVgTKdyA-8kPoHvU7Vk8yf8O0CVMTNkNBGdrmD7CeN6Xpko4v1mDMdfAOUMfAiZAelbBnkZgwqp1_fAa9maePaslFDfPzRfOSFTx57U-XwJLOJH7ct5Nf4sUWUdvl/w640-h640/Silence+of+the+Fury.jpg" /></a><br /> <br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And Extended to Xylography Print work</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Although the Pandemic is there for one and a half years, it was not as fearful and terrible as in the second wave, especially in India. The April and May Month of 2021 was tough traumatic and horrible. It got chills to our spines when we saw mass deaths and graves in different cities of India. Cremation grounds were with piles of Burning bodies in almost all Cities, innumerable people dying with entire families wiped out in large. The Government's official record reports around seven lakh deaths. It was nowhere to match the actual as per sources. It unofficial reported twenty-five lakh deaths. The cremations grounds were overflowing. Graveyards had no space, floating unclaimed bodies in the river, the river beds were full of dead bodies, and some cities built massive Crematoriums to deal with the number of deaths. The smell of death was all around. Social media was flooded with the news of condolences messages and news of death constantly. We lost many close friends and family members.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This video is about the silent anguish, agony, and misery that we experienced and encountered during the period, and the performance is about unregistered deaths and unclaimed bodies. The deep thought towards the lost soul was a silent protest to make every death count.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This Print is the extension of these parts with overlapped layers of Ecological surrounding and juxtaposing them to bring a dark state of mind.</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDrMvk0PgSOzmV8x79JjAW5pPipbFJ_ewgj5qMQNwHJPjGVTCXM12NAocM9FOvTu51XsAxA1qVy08qSkCM0dMIl7yzcfx9RSiEXcRyKF67WKkO76U02JoXr6FYhNU9mDYMPLUfeDzAVQi7/s2048/Final-work-Silence-of-Fury-Woodcut-11--9-2021-.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1238" data-original-width="2048" height="387" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDrMvk0PgSOzmV8x79JjAW5pPipbFJ_ewgj5qMQNwHJPjGVTCXM12NAocM9FOvTu51XsAxA1qVy08qSkCM0dMIl7yzcfx9RSiEXcRyKF67WKkO76U02JoXr6FYhNU9mDYMPLUfeDzAVQi7/w640-h387/Final-work-Silence-of-Fury-Woodcut-11--9-2021-.jpg" width="640" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;">This Xylography Print work is about the silent anguish, agony, and misery that we experienced and encountered during the period, and the woodcut is about unregistered deaths and unclaimed bodies. The deep thought towards the lost soul was a silent protest to make every death count. I stand tied up cut tree branches on my head holding dolls wrapped in my hand and bodies on flour metaphorically representing several unclaimed bodies. The branches have been lit into the fire and I stand still in protest mode in the image. This work is to bring unsettled state of mind and loss of the people. The uncertainty of life itself, The mass graves, and psychological state of mind</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><b><br />This two-month Long Process Ideation, Process, and Final Print</b></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="392" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/s58FSBO5jyA" width="472" youtube-src-id="s58FSBO5jyA"></iframe></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><i><b><span style="font-size: medium;">
Dimple B Shah 21 July 2021</span></b></i>Dimple B Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07588085428932149438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646844434363837753.post-71576639386985290482021-09-10T10:25:00.000-07:002021-09-10T10:25:17.487-07:00Fragment of Self -Decoding <br /><h3 style="text-align: left;"></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"> #Voice 3</h3> Transitstation<div><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: left;">Curated by Dagmar I. Glausnitzer - Smith and Charles Ryder</h3><div> <br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>(Where Do I come from? Where do I belong? Where I am going?)</i></b></span><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBuFz4KKfyNAWyjoEGoXitySlOURIb5FkvB6053Kdj1CDm7Bj8c578Jq1P5ADasul6WhXwgLTzAR4Rbo6sOUJRpdB1QsuqsNteie2kTcFbWS25D9FX20O2WLuOoNkIkQsxxwVXOLybQvZM/s1080/240867392_10225920887909728_5636204286941364301_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="608" data-original-width="1080" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBuFz4KKfyNAWyjoEGoXitySlOURIb5FkvB6053Kdj1CDm7Bj8c578Jq1P5ADasul6WhXwgLTzAR4Rbo6sOUJRpdB1QsuqsNteie2kTcFbWS25D9FX20O2WLuOoNkIkQsxxwVXOLybQvZM/w640-h360/240867392_10225920887909728_5636204286941364301_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>Audio Voice of myself </b><br /><br /><b> a Poem narrating the State</b><br /><i><br />I arrived somewhere near me <br /><br />Where I am <br /><br />Where I am <br /><br />Where I am <br /><br />Lost in the crowd <br /><br />I …I …..I <br /><br />Slowly Arriving To myself…<br /><br />Grasping the self <br /><br />Breathing Deep …<br /><br />Lost in the crowd <br /><br />Slowly…., Slowly… I am arriving to myself <br /><br />Seen Not Seen <br /><br />The Play of Light and Dark <br /><br />The play of Hide and Seek <br /><br />I am arriving <br /><br />I am arriving somewhere near me<br /><br />Light and Dark <br /><br /> I love seeing myself <br /><br />Love the non-presence<br /><br />Criss Cross Lines of Infinity <br /><br />Trying to reach trying to reach <br /><br />Lines of Infinity <br /><br />The infinite Space is it inside our mind? or it is outside in the space? <br /><br />If it is infinite and it needs to expand, can it expand within? <br /><br />I am arriving somewhere near me<br /><br />Sometimes I whisper like a child and laugh at myself….<br /><br />I am Alone within the crowd <br /><br />The infinite Existence around me is like small light of the city <br /><br />The Spark of the city<br /><br />Sometimes it sparks less <br /><br />I am Lost again I am lost again <br /><br />Sometimes I am playful seeking Happiness within..<br /><br />And sometime ….. Sometimes <br /><br />Silent <br /><br />Sometimes Like Baby, I cry<br /><br />I arrived somewhere near me….<br /><br /><br />I arrived! Arrived I arrived ….</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><p>
</p><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_yx26FWban_ZqsOAGmrgtDVH4I5KgHrJc8a9txxECeMsJ-t51U70P8W1rGO_PHlrS4reJZpUJr7C2Zb8J_LQYGPh5Gb9kpVm8p8cGfFB2nV7H5dY_hHnxqu8Swa0slt9HasYWBr2DQEGD/s600/241023967_4828143650534722_6343130894289010773_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_yx26FWban_ZqsOAGmrgtDVH4I5KgHrJc8a9txxECeMsJ-t51U70P8W1rGO_PHlrS4reJZpUJr7C2Zb8J_LQYGPh5Gb9kpVm8p8cGfFB2nV7H5dY_hHnxqu8Swa0slt9HasYWBr2DQEGD/w512-h640/241023967_4828143650534722_6343130894289010773_n.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This performance was about a fragment of Self – Decoding myself in Parts –this work was done with a fragment of self-recorded transmission of self when I visited an art exhibition in London where light-based works were exhibited documenting fragmented self my presence in that particular time. I do it again and again in a different spot as if seeing a different version of myself. Keeping this as a base I introspected on my own identity and existential question and to know ‘true self’ or to question on this fragmented ‘illusion’ or ‘Maya’.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3dVbr99c0udiVNDxq8gNOmP98UZFAcmxdbBmpKJ47ZWd76gR_Hb8iwGTtz0fKAxvbvddqPTL_DB8EC9Nz2hbxReybUtQxbIddjg3boxwwwMf5Dv9CZuvnbmDKJ1ob6B7Tt4HgBun7ErtF/s2048/20210905_191048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1153" data-original-width="2048" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3dVbr99c0udiVNDxq8gNOmP98UZFAcmxdbBmpKJ47ZWd76gR_Hb8iwGTtz0fKAxvbvddqPTL_DB8EC9Nz2hbxReybUtQxbIddjg3boxwwwMf5Dv9CZuvnbmDKJ1ob6B7Tt4HgBun7ErtF/w640-h360/20210905_191048.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtWe8tKYilaYHYRSLZvSUt2KBpriyGranNy8ZlqcYEbmeO3eL235jZ-1phbPT7Nz3D5A6EziY1H-wg9PzpfX0OBkKaVEwte37lLRa7LVnujvcw35-B_H0ZNKK5LA-x3T5ct_JrO9CtI9N-/s1080/1.Fragement+of+Self+-Voice+3+Transitstation+Curated+by+Dagmar+Iglausnitzersmith+5th+Sept+2021+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="608" data-original-width="1080" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtWe8tKYilaYHYRSLZvSUt2KBpriyGranNy8ZlqcYEbmeO3eL235jZ-1phbPT7Nz3D5A6EziY1H-wg9PzpfX0OBkKaVEwte37lLRa7LVnujvcw35-B_H0ZNKK5LA-x3T5ct_JrO9CtI9N-/w640-h360/1.Fragement+of+Self+-Voice+3+Transitstation+Curated+by+Dagmar+Iglausnitzersmith+5th+Sept+2021+.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiphBO1pQjw1I-1jb2J3xleOMRtxqRm-GCMG3qjFpY0GnTB47Qes6piFUwuTtaDe8rlKKWPkj92DfadRzOAs5uA7w_ae6kvAqfgM_0tiCuQ_HGvF_CMVMQcKZID_Fw__7LtrwED6_qMhLkt/s2048/20210905_190356.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1153" data-original-width="2048" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiphBO1pQjw1I-1jb2J3xleOMRtxqRm-GCMG3qjFpY0GnTB47Qes6piFUwuTtaDe8rlKKWPkj92DfadRzOAs5uA7w_ae6kvAqfgM_0tiCuQ_HGvF_CMVMQcKZID_Fw__7LtrwED6_qMhLkt/w640-h360/20210905_190356.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><b>Dimple B Shah </b></div><div>5th September 2021 </div></div>Dimple B Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07588085428932149438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646844434363837753.post-83216672484806837482021-09-01T10:22:00.001-07:002021-11-09T05:32:22.345-08:00Strive for Democracy<h3 style="text-align: left;"></h3><h2 style="text-align: left;"> International Multimedia Art Festival</h2> <h3 style="text-align: left;">Curated By Nenad Bogdanovic</h3><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_sBLzKvjt3HmyLCKzHPGg6J-iDP7wBo9KDHrEGereN38HyiRntlcy2md5V8PUwpnc0Xvcc-CO4pxhvl-_V8ui7yR4mUzygy2XmN2fhlD-gUyxNSWF9YWvwM1n-y_zuF1BqUbLYelS_cWo/s2048/1.+Stirve+for+Democracy-+Dimple+B+Shah+2021.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_sBLzKvjt3HmyLCKzHPGg6J-iDP7wBo9KDHrEGereN38HyiRntlcy2md5V8PUwpnc0Xvcc-CO4pxhvl-_V8ui7yR4mUzygy2XmN2fhlD-gUyxNSWF9YWvwM1n-y_zuF1BqUbLYelS_cWo/w480-h640/1.+Stirve+for+Democracy-+Dimple+B+Shah+2021.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Strive for Democracy is a performance action is about the human striving for freedom. It is about fighting for human rights and equality, justice, and the voice concerns of the people. Here in this performance, ‘Wrapped, Statue form' symbolically represents a relic monument of past and future. Statues are sculpted to remember some great person who has contributed to society. Here wrapped 'statue' represents the people who do not have a face. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="351" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/-vDpnq5pdQY" width="481" youtube-src-id="-vDpnq5pdQY"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFHDEDGiP5O49zjvNdgs7zHrgGxtbubNWiXaaj77lH6iYgZZAB2nmDRcpWZEw1kBuMooh_EUitpSbwyMMucgHzdV6DYVRGMXlXDBdN4Ogbq-GSQN1Nkya8lKh3USJGmKzvyPy5bk7pL4ub/s2048/2.+Stirve+for+Democracy-+Dimple+B+Shah+2021+.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFHDEDGiP5O49zjvNdgs7zHrgGxtbubNWiXaaj77lH6iYgZZAB2nmDRcpWZEw1kBuMooh_EUitpSbwyMMucgHzdV6DYVRGMXlXDBdN4Ogbq-GSQN1Nkya8lKh3USJGmKzvyPy5bk7pL4ub/w640-h360/2.+Stirve+for+Democracy-+Dimple+B+Shah+2021+.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The statue is struggling for its freedom and striving to achieve it by freeing itself. Through this metaphorically represents the Striving of suppressed Humanity, the one big part of society that has always struggled for its freedom in the past, present, and future. It always was and is still striving for its right in the whole globe without having any face. It is not just about a country. It is regarding the inequality that is everywhere? The rich country suppresses the weak country, the rich suppress the poor, and the people in the higher position dominate the people in the lower. It strongly talks about today's political situation in many countries and is the voice of the people. The Capitalist countries rule other countries by economically dominating the weak countries.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyCTYkmZHUUh2icoI7dKS0XfL22VW960Z83NOmsUt5QhJuIBJdbjuwc9qw0Wpo1zN4Msel1kghihxijqpIh6XCcpNuc9nXa_g6AJns36GzfUnkqC2WqW52Xd78952A1A8Zl24wnOue2k2M/s2048/3.+Stirve+for+Democracy-+Dimple+B+Shah+2021+.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyCTYkmZHUUh2icoI7dKS0XfL22VW960Z83NOmsUt5QhJuIBJdbjuwc9qw0Wpo1zN4Msel1kghihxijqpIh6XCcpNuc9nXa_g6AJns36GzfUnkqC2WqW52Xd78952A1A8Zl24wnOue2k2M/w640-h360/3.+Stirve+for+Democracy-+Dimple+B+Shah+2021+.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p>
<br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The story of Striving is not new and an old fact. Even today is not changed when we look at Myanmar's neighboring country once was part of my country then 'Burma'- is struggling to fight against a military coup. So many lives are already lost. Artists got arrested, and we need to voice their struggle.</span></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Ac21Dgus7R8VdaMQ00a5AiF6FGGvptVyAfddN4GdLca1d6lOpktBnO85OcWx3vJH1RZ1Uwv3ZSJPap2OGsQLUqWqxprbKNpdTOClbQNforu9d8SUWKIEYwDUH1-Y9NRmnfIrgDdhT_V-/s2048/20210401_164506.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Ac21Dgus7R8VdaMQ00a5AiF6FGGvptVyAfddN4GdLca1d6lOpktBnO85OcWx3vJH1RZ1Uwv3ZSJPap2OGsQLUqWqxprbKNpdTOClbQNforu9d8SUWKIEYwDUH1-Y9NRmnfIrgDdhT_V-/w640-h360/20210401_164506.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In My own country, we see inequality in the whole system. In India, we are still fighting the Dalit problem of the old caste system. People are still struggling to get back a balanced and equal society for all. This performance is an attempt to bring subtly through my action.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dimple B Shah 18th April 2021</span></div></div>Dimple B Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07588085428932149438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646844434363837753.post-67030577151259335782021-08-17T03:10:00.004-07:002021-08-17T03:10:56.957-07:00Live Action 16 - Silence of the Fury <h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Curated by Jonas Stampe and Joakim Stampe</span></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">From 8 August to 23 rd August 2021 </span></h3><h4 style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> 32 artists 16 Female and 16 Male artists</span></div></h4><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvMBL8vP8RQ00OlnDLiq0QQMCBeuItjsgyxf2rJryplTDlETyT2ye9AbAzTcrlOPRGfCUuHSZ53NDeW9gRyjRoSmVn7Rp-SLMYGnrjbWMSFvJ9f8DbkuwSwjObLG8t_4OyorFx5KTZqzjA/s1000/229240836_10223410421021513_2808572324865536701_n.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="461" data-original-width="1000" height="296" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvMBL8vP8RQ00OlnDLiq0QQMCBeuItjsgyxf2rJryplTDlETyT2ye9AbAzTcrlOPRGfCUuHSZ53NDeW9gRyjRoSmVn7Rp-SLMYGnrjbWMSFvJ9f8DbkuwSwjObLG8t_4OyorFx5KTZqzjA/w640-h296/229240836_10223410421021513_2808572324865536701_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4U3X7IN4wmfNdJFKUIc6P_R6ci72mRVTgDdwCHIlmigxZuT3IMY-K2wPu0ZkrEVY2nyRZR9d8FayQ0UxrtPufz2qeTW8Gg2Yc2nHAQYZ2BTDBKecdf4384JM294gUgYgXwD28zn5Xe2rB/s958/Screenshot_20210816-231011_Instagram+%25282%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="958" data-original-width="930" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4U3X7IN4wmfNdJFKUIc6P_R6ci72mRVTgDdwCHIlmigxZuT3IMY-K2wPu0ZkrEVY2nyRZR9d8FayQ0UxrtPufz2qeTW8Gg2Yc2nHAQYZ2BTDBKecdf4384JM294gUgYgXwD28zn5Xe2rB/w388-h400/Screenshot_20210816-231011_Instagram+%25282%2529.jpg" width="388" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /></div><br /><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="line-height: 1.3333; margin: 0px; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; word-break: break-word;"><span style="font-size: large;">Silence of the Fury by Dimple B Shah</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">© 2021 Dimple B Shah @dimplebshah & Live-Action</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">“Although the Pandemic is there for one and a half years, it was not as fearful and terrible as in the second wave, especially in India. The April and May Month of 2021 was tough traumatic and horrible. It got chills to our spines when we saw mass deaths and graves in different cities of India. Cremation grounds were with piles of Burning bodies in almost all Cities, innumerable people dying with entire families wiped out in large. The Government's official record reports around seven lakh deaths. It was nowhere to match the actual as per sources. It unofficial reported twenty-five lakh deaths. The cremations grounds were overflowing. Graveyards had no space, floating unclaimed bodies in the river, the river beds were full of dead bodies, and some cities built massive Crematoriums to deal with the number of deaths. The smell of death was all around. Social media was flooded with the news of condolences messages and news of death constantly. We lost many close friends and family members. </span><span style="font-size: medium;">This video is about the silent anguish, agony, and misery that we experienced and encountered during the period, and the performance is about unregistered deaths and unclaimed bodies. The deep thought towards the lost soul was a silent protest to make every death count.”</span></div></div><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="line-height: 1.3333; margin: 0px; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; word-break: break-word;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Dimple B Shah 21 July 2021</b></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">https://www.instagram.com/p/CSmNqVJlZAF/</span><br /><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" color="var(--primary-text)" dir="auto"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></div></span></div><div><div><div dir="auto"><div class="ecm0bbzt hv4rvrfc ihqw7lf3 dati1w0a" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_15n" style="padding: 4px 16px 16px;"><div class="j83agx80 cbu4d94t ew0dbk1b irj2b8pg" style="display: flex; flex-direction: column; margin-bottom: -5px; margin-top: -5px;"><div class="qzhwtbm6 knvmm38d" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 5px;"><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="display: block; line-height: 1.3333; margin: 0px; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; word-break: break-word;"><br /></div><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="display: block; line-height: 1.3333; margin: 0px; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; word-break: break-word;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" color="var(--primary-text)" dir="auto"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzBk2yNNeJcRS0pkhJvFlJQZcpRLOnL8Fz7QhPSIHWANFH7U-Jt4PCABQrZ50phC-V3Dm8Zz_YSF4g37r9-T2wbw1mPyalINS0xq0CnNvQB1MirXY3XVatpXACWahG-svbqyPtgsa2tPiF/w400-h400/20210715_144637.jpg" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;" /></div></span></div></span></div></div></div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>. <p></p></div></div>Dimple B Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07588085428932149438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646844434363837753.post-26088000315450559972021-08-10T08:48:00.000-07:002021-08-10T08:48:26.498-07:00SPILL YER TEA #5 <h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Coming Soon </span></h3><br /><br /> 19th August 2021<div style="text-align: justify;">We are excited to announce Dimple B Shah as our second artist presenting work on 19 August 2021</div><h3 style="text-align: justify;">Work: Decolonising Ritual –The Scent of Earth</h3><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjag-W6C0kMDRrVpJ4SP_s8_hpbp5TvhWEMcFBc4HrPTZhKcTGL9xKeOKPY6xs_vX-03TDQCTvWBZ4dOwM_0eC9Xpahb5z4i_TqRsYpZc-Xnm7s2AwCeBDvGwlvkYbQRZ7KxH6wNTPN0TuS/s1024/DIMPLE-B-SHAH-1024x724.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="724" data-original-width="1024" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjag-W6C0kMDRrVpJ4SP_s8_hpbp5TvhWEMcFBc4HrPTZhKcTGL9xKeOKPY6xs_vX-03TDQCTvWBZ4dOwM_0eC9Xpahb5z4i_TqRsYpZc-Xnm7s2AwCeBDvGwlvkYbQRZ7KxH6wNTPN0TuS/w640-h452/DIMPLE-B-SHAH-1024x724.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Website: <a href="https://dimplebshah.blogspot.com/?fbclid=IwAR1r7RafjuNbHub9-V2en4WOW3Es8K8Pn_NJgVBIu1zoi7MyB9NjuvvjVrg">http://dimplebshah.blogspot.com/</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Instagram: @dimplebshah</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Decolonising Ritual –The Scent of Earth is a ritual that attempts to establish a deeper bond with nature. The complex histories of colonialism, where humans have sailed seas, extracted wealth and ruled countries such as India for money, power and greed has left the ecosystem of the planet in a significant crisis. To the audio backdrop of the Last Batch Of British Troops Leave India (1948) | British Pathé, Dimple will transit through thoughts and actions, reflecting upon colonization while attempting to reacquaint with what it means to be part of the Earth’s ecosystem.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dimple B Shah is a multidisciplinary artist from Bangalore, she studied in MS University, Baroda and her art practice have developed in Painting, Printmaking, Installation and Performance Art. Dimple Shah’s practice is grounded in concepts of humanism, social philosophy, and anthroposophy. She has presented work at Manchester Contemporary, DADAFest, Live Action in Sweden, Dhaka Live Art Biennale in Bangladesh and Nigeria’s Afriperforma.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">For more information and tickets</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Visit: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/529750951643797/?__cft__[0]=AZVunSCFgiykeShmhR7iQVPZIldr3G4OTVQdWEYrWXUF8C7IqsdLZnRV9GxFOwsLIu01tzrw8xVp0E2JEqTzY_K0W9OA6JdJIf2oM40tdz-vXy4vP4-iGRMLT_Xc5n_mY2IpDzaaVp2r6DDs8IA5FVWD&__tn__=-UK-R">https://m.facebook.com/events/529750951643797</a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/529750951643797?acontext=%7B%22source%22%3A%2229%22%2C%22ref_notif_type%22%3A%22plan_user_invited%22%2C%22action_history%22%3A%22null%22%7D&notif_id=1628610295675750&notif_t=plan_user_invited&ref=notif" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">https://performancentha.com/?fbclid=IwAR0UznfgOCeDy9tOQTugAUPDiLwK1FHnJt0ZMOU2wfVzr1a8Ki1g7Qos2wk</span></a></p><div style="text-align: justify;">Image: Dimple B Shah</div>Dimple B Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07588085428932149438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3646844434363837753.post-20490731086287913892021-07-24T10:27:00.002-07:002021-07-24T10:53:53.028-07:00Digital To Performative Practices In Contemporary Art<h4 style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"></h4><h1 style="text-align: left;"></h1><h2 style="text-align: left;"><b> <span color="var(--primary-text)" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; white-space: pre-wrap;">WICCI KARNATAKA ARTS LEADERSHIP COUNCIL<br /></span></b></h2><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Presents</span></b></div><h3 style="text-align: left;"><b>Digital To Performative Practices In Contemporary Art</b></h3><div dir="auto"><div class="ecm0bbzt hv4rvrfc ihqw7lf3 dati1w0a" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_2bc" style="padding: 4px 16px 16px;"><div class="j83agx80 cbu4d94t ew0dbk1b irj2b8pg" style="display: flex; flex-direction: column; margin-bottom: -5px; margin-top: -5px;"><div class="qzhwtbm6 knvmm38d" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 5px;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto" style="display: block; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; word-break: break-word;"><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="color: var(--primary-text); font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW9_U9MNnH3PS6TkK2sBInGZ94DPx0p3vQZZqs7PtAoAHya8E5bF9Gjk3wCWwGHPllxzomPdBL2ytfMtj7qHEqF8pLNr_n0OzH2gUWBGZtxcPg_pMMZcpXk5nVnnnuZqHh5NtONNApoIJl/s960/217635726_10224735022655490_7700528706896227531_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW9_U9MNnH3PS6TkK2sBInGZ94DPx0p3vQZZqs7PtAoAHya8E5bF9Gjk3wCWwGHPllxzomPdBL2ytfMtj7qHEqF8pLNr_n0OzH2gUWBGZtxcPg_pMMZcpXk5nVnnnuZqHh5NtONNApoIJl/w480-h640/217635726_10224735022655490_7700528706896227531_n.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="color: var(--primary-text); font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">With Rekha Rao, Senior Artist and speakers - Dimple Shah, Performance Artist, Jasmeen Patheja, Founder/Director Blank Noise and Tanya Mehta, New Media Artist</div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="color: var(--primary-text); font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">The webinar discusses issues related to gender, identity, body, and self in contemporary art practices located amidst socio-political, and larger humanitarian contexts. Women-centric narratives and empowerment lie at the core of the three artists’ practices. Dimple Shah and Jasmeen Patheja rely on performative devices to catalyze social change and transformation, while Tanya Mehta explores new media as a tool to construct alternate realities which discuss the placement of body and self in a surrealistic landscape. </div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIbqSOThd9D90Ig8iLTdMbo_g-o1ftHqc4LZ8_6-exnF0b9yZNuDH9YRGfyQIOr5c17kgwAqUW0cOX23ga8PhR0sANHYanLta8uZxnT6iEww_Rt0-cV6QX9-04gQf8HDlnhMYGTOiOYh9M/s1280/1626096537988.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="718" data-original-width="1280" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIbqSOThd9D90Ig8iLTdMbo_g-o1ftHqc4LZ8_6-exnF0b9yZNuDH9YRGfyQIOr5c17kgwAqUW0cOX23ga8PhR0sANHYanLta8uZxnT6iEww_Rt0-cV6QX9-04gQf8HDlnhMYGTOiOYh9M/w640-h360/1626096537988.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dimple B Shah is a practicing multidisciplinary artist from Bangalore, studied at MS University, Baroda; her art practice has developed in Painting, Printmaking, Installation, and Performance Art. She has worked in various residencies like The Art house UK, Villa Welbreta, Germany, Space Studio, Baroda, Glasgow Print Studio UK, Printmakers Studio Mumbai &amp; Baroda, and Karnataka Lalit Kala Academy. She has been honored with National & International Awards among them ROSL International Residency UK 2019, Villa Welbreta Residency by Municipal corporation of Munich 2017, India Foundation for the Arts grant for project 560, 2014, Afiriperforma International Residency, Lagos, Nigeria 2013, First Gold Prix in 7th Engraving Biennale, Versailles 2009, National Award, LKA, Government of India 2008, Commonwealth Arts &amp; Crafts Award, UK 2005, Arunawaz Award 2004, Junior Fellowship, HRD, Govt.2000/2. She has widely performed at International biennale and performance festivals across the continents in Africa, Europe, and South Asian Countries.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jasmeen Patheja is an artist in public service, committed to ending violence against women, girls, and all persons. She founded Blank Noise, (2003) in response to the global silence surrounding street harassment. Patheja facilitates building testimonials of sexual violence and victim blame. She works with communities and designs interventions to shift public consciousness. Her practice rests on the power of collaborations and feminist solidarities. Projects include I Never Ask For It and Meet To Sleep. Patheja is the recipient of the Visible Award, for socially engaged art practice and the International Award For Public Art. BBC listed her as one of the 12 artists changing the world in 2019. She is also a TED and Ashoka Fellow and a TED speaker. Patheja is an artist in residence at Srishti Institute of Art Design and Technology.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tanya Mehta is a new media artist who has exhibited both nationally and internationally. Born in Bombay, Tanya Mehta completed her MA in Goldsmiths College (London) in Photography (The Image and Electronic Arts). She works with new mixed media, photographing everyday objects and turning them into alternate realities through collage and digital painting. Her production sees her working closely with various modern technologies. The philosophy of her work explores the gaps between our different constructions of knowledge – philosophy, art, science, the metaphysical – and finds, in those gaps, bridges. She hopes to take the audience over those bridges to move to the singular reality or truth that exists for all of us. The key is imagination.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Rekha Rao studied painting under her eminent father K.K Hebbar. She has a postgraduate degree (History) from Bombay University. She has held several solo shows at Jehangir Art Gallery, Mumbai. This was followed by several solos, group shows, and art camps in India and abroad. Rekha is a colorist. In her paintings, the interplay of visual experiences is gleaned from her surroundings. They are a conflation of association. The search is for a grammar of colors that effectively illuminates her response towards events and happenings that serve as a trigger. She works on paper and canvas. Rekha’s works are in the collection of NGMA Mumbai, Lalit Kala Akademi, New Delhi, Singapore National Museum, Fukuoka Gallery Japan, Venkatappa Gallery, Bengaluru besides several private collectors like WIPRO, MSIL, Mogae Pvt. Ltd, SBI, and many more. She has participated in the 1V Triennial India, Asian Biennale Dacca, and many charity auctions conducted by Sotheby’s, Asprey’s, and Christie's (by invitation). 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touch-action: manipulation;" tabindex="0">#digitalart</a></span> <span style="font-family: inherit;"><a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl q66pz984 gpro0wi8 b1v8xokw" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/photography?__eep__=6&__cft__[0]=AZU0HCgEDBr6OF5RDPVl40FvOP07cGrXx6RnsRj4V5TVw4tmhgC9QlT8yYGBoHHn-rKFwr26G1jcaet6KO8Ok5RsZORAfrgOgZDjvabrVqic4D5qHFlGmYf4TLBytCRB17JaFgA5kY_pnd_iBxHPmTMe&__tn__=*NK-R" role="link" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: inherit; list-style: none; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: inherit; text-decoration-line: none; touch-action: manipulation;" tabindex="0">#photography</a></span> <span style="font-family: inherit;"><a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl q66pz984 gpro0wi8 b1v8xokw" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/contemporaryart?__eep__=6&__cft__[0]=AZU0HCgEDBr6OF5RDPVl40FvOP07cGrXx6RnsRj4V5TVw4tmhgC9QlT8yYGBoHHn-rKFwr26G1jcaet6KO8Ok5RsZORAfrgOgZDjvabrVqic4D5qHFlGmYf4TLBytCRB17JaFgA5kY_pnd_iBxHPmTMe&__tn__=*NK-R" role="link" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; 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