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The thing is we get attracted to a place which ‘Pleases’ our eyes because we have been fed with these info’S (from childhood more in a art school)- and our brain like a magnet goes and gets pulled and tries to attach itself – broken walls – raw spaces – rough edge – unpolished surface -broken wooden staircase – rough exposed old textured walls – the old smell – “Attached history” which makes you go into the imagination of reconstructing the time. History which involves the spice – trade – and lost city it is like blackforest with cream and cherry or fresh mango with vanilla ice cream and cream or poochka in gariahat road with a mug of beer.
focus spot lights – yellow lights – dark spaces with one concentrated light – the old B & W photos or the film like – Madhubala in Howrah bridge in a dim romantic bar with her hair shinning and half of her face in dark and one “lut” on her face which is in light coming down the stairs and singing: Aaiye Meharbaan – fan blowing and the shinning hair flying – Ashok kumar with a Cig (no pipe this time) and the handsome K.N.Singh in white suit.
This is my personal feeling about Kochi–Muziris Biennale
Kochi streets things which my eyes caught and i clicked without any reason.
The opp camp posters on the walls of the city and few collected them as souvenirs – after many years some collector might auction them.
Darbar hall renovated – controversial renovation – beautifully done but just had one krishnakumars sculpture. was a great chance to have retro of krishnakumar and give the city their artists due.