Mumbai musing.

Fairy lights on Bombay nights. Darkness lit to hide that which lurks in the inbetweens, beneath the seams, Where black … More

Shattered screen scenes

I cracked my iPhone-screen.¬†Shattered it like it never mattered. The sound resounding through my head saying ‘I told you so’. … More

Why does grass grow? Because it is alive.

Living Art?

And then there we were. Left with our backs to the white walls of ACCA at the ‘New2015’, wondering what … More