Thursday, May 30, 2019

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Future Memories

My sister woke me early
that morning and told me
"Get up, you have to come see this
the ocean's filled with stars"
Delighted by the revelation
I dressed quickly and thought
If the ocean's filled with stars
I must take the first flight
and collect all of the fish from the sky.

~translated from Spanish by Eloisa Amezcua

Image from work in progress for an illustration which at this stage seemed apt for this poem.

Saturday, May 11, 2019

Walrus Love



This print could be the most unusual and appropriate gift you could give your mom on mother's day - it could be a picture of both of you having just polished off a plate of bondas made by her for you, her child, and then both of you satiated washing it down with a cup or two of masala chai. And then you hand her this print and there are tears in her eyes, tears of laughter? Sentiment? One will never know. Or you could just be boring and send her a Hallmark card and flowers.
WALRUS TEA
Approx. 18 inches x 11.5 inches
Fine Art Print on Enhanced Matte paper
Rs.2,500 (USD 35)
Postage and handling add Rs.500 within India and USD 10 for international shipping.
Email me at priya.sebastian@gmail.com
with your postal address, choice of print and number of copies.

Tuesday, May 7, 2019

SHOP Reopened!



MY SHOP
has re-opened
with new favourites.
Click on the link below -




Friday, May 3, 2019

George

This is a drawing of one of the two people I know named George. There are certain remarkable similarities about both of them. They live in the Cantonment area, have long fraying grey hair and straggly beard, are misfits and are blessed with the "gift of the gab" - They have the ability to pass of their many failures as wisdom just by making their words do charming acrobatics like pierrots in a side show. 

This post is about the George who used to sit under a tree at DaCosta square where I used to go for my walks. I once asked him for a cutting of a creeper growing on his mango tree. He gave me the plant and said in hushed tones, eyes wide open as if he was handing me a magic wand, "These are cephalophytes!" I didn't engage him, I took the cuttings and scooted. What is a cephalophyte anyway, try Googling it.


One night George was sitting at his usual place and I took a hazy picture of him during my walk. In an attempt to engage me in conversation he asked to see the picture. "You compose very well" said George, "not a lot of people do that!" 



I think any woman who has lived long enough in India knows that when a man praises her it is more about him than about her. I had to wait for about 3 minutes and that inevitability happened. 
"I appreciate beauty" said George, "I am a lover of nature. That is why I can appreciate how nicely you've taken this photograph,see? I appreciate the curve of this tree trunk here, I appreciate the flowers overhead, see that dead tree? I watched it die!"
And then George said, "God speaks directly to me through these trees." I backed away and fled.



My story accompanying this picture could so easily have cast a benevolent light on the friendly neighbourhood eccentric, it could have been a story in Reader's Digest or a church magazine,or even a children's book, with a colourful illustration accompanying it, safe, non-committal,un-opinionated reinforcing in its gentle readers the goodness that they want this world to be about, Sweet George giving Priya a creeper and telling her that the trees spoke to him. But I am not a children's book maker and my one stint long ago with a church magazine committee left me with an eternal sense of horror.

But irrespective of my story, there is the fact that George makes a great composition sitting in the dark with the streetlight on him and his doggy friends scattered around. It took 4 hours non-stop to finish this in my Canson sketchbook and I am happy with it.


My childhood in a cult

Sunday, April 21, 2019

Portraits and the Matter of Thoughtful Illustrations



This is a portrait of Greta Thunberg, a remarkable 16 year old schoolgirl who has managed to mobilize support for climate change in just 8 months in a way that no one else has quite managed to do before. Her story can be found here>

Why have I chosen to portray Greta Thunberg now? The reason has nothing to do with climate change but everything to do with illustration, good illustration, the kind of illustration that has some substance and integrity, and which has an image that says something. Sometime ago, a fashion site decided to put up pictures of women achievers and changemakers on their instagram feed. Instead of using photographs, they decided to use illustrations. To make the illustrations, they did what is mostly palmed off today in the name of “illustration”, they acquired photographs and used digital means to make bright, colourful images of women of substance sitting in the centre of a halo of psychedelic dots and rays with their faces looking as if they had a bad case of Vitiligo.



Of course whoever did this meant well,they always do, but watching one gruesome woman after another make its way into my feed during the run up to Women’s Day simply got rather much for me. It was kind of like sitting in the waiting room of a mad plastic surgeon and watching her mutilated results emerge one after another. I couldn’t take it anymore. I sent a thunderbolt of accusation in the comments section. I don’t remember what I said but it was something to the effect of: You have done nothing in your illustrations to show the achievements and character of the women you have portrayed!

Much to my surprise, I got a polite and civilized reply from HR in my messages later that day. They said they would “keep my points in mind”. I immediately felt guilty. I offered to do an illustration for them. No fee. Just getting my point across of what an illustration can be kind of thing. I didn’t make it in time for Women’s Day, there was other work on my desk, but after some thought given to what I wanted to portray, I chose Greta Thunberg.


I have shown Greta Thunberg sitting on this globe of black, patched up destruction that we have reduced our planet to. Beside her is her now powerful sign declaring School strike for Climate Change. The hope that is growing and growing and gathering momentum is shown in the shoots and leaves emerging tentatively but rapidly from her and her signboard and which will hopefully encompass the entire world in its growth, bringing about the change that is needed so urgently.

I have made this illustration in my large Moleskine sketchbook. It has a raw, textured feel to it that is very different from the clean, polished digital images that are so popular these days. This is what "real" is, it is messy and exhausting and intensely satisfying in a way that the Undo and Redo buttons of a digital device can never emulate. 

I hope that this, this portrait of a remarkable young woman that I have made, has beauty, substance and integrity to make it memorable for you. I hope it makes you pause for a moment and I hope it makes you linger over the image as you scroll through your feeds. I hope it inspires you and reminds you that it is the small choices that you make every single day that bring about the larger changes that you yearn so much for.


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Postscript:
Another case of quick, thoughtless ineffective illustration would be this poster that was doing the rounds some time ago to mobilize people for support against cutting trees for an elevated corridor.



The generic conceptualization of the image in this poster simply makes me yawn. Tree cutting? Show a chopped off tree trunk and bung an axe on it, that will stir up enough indignation among Bangaloreans to read through two entire columns of text about the subject. This poster is as much an eyesore as an elevated corridor. 

Instead what if the designer of this poster had used an illustration of a TREE, a tree shown in all its glory and symbolic of what Bangalore was once famous for? What if an illustration of a tree like the one below had been used for this poster instead? 

Would not an image like this have been far more memorable for people looking at the poster? 
Would it not have struck an emotional chord in the audience and thereby made the cause more powerful? 
Doesn't it simply make more sense to show a tree rather than a chopped off one when you talk about Saving Trees? 
Are our creative people really that dead inside themselves that they create messages which have no beauty whatsoever so that their images simply add to the visual garbage that we see everyday online in the name of illustration? 
The answer is Yes to all these questions. 

It makes me really sad to call myself an illustrator because most people associate illustration with trashy images that keep doing the rounds everywhere, online, in picture books, in magazines, in posters...
There is the proven fact that the more trash you see, the more rubbish you produce so it seems that the circle of producing visual garbage is recurring and endless.Think about that before you click the LIKE button on an image as you rapidly scroll through your feeds.




Saturday, April 6, 2019

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Accept who you are and revel in it.
               ~ M. Albom




Saturday, March 23, 2019

The Bookshelf

My bookshelf is the focal point in my new home and since I've moved in here it has become an evolving work of art. At first it was spartan and neatly arranged, but now over the couple of months I've stayed here, it has started to acquire more personality. 




Apart from my much collection of books which I must have as company, the things I love are also showcased here - the inevitable seedpods make their way to my bookshelf, as do objects picked up from my travels - driftwood from a beach in Roncesvalles somewhere in Toronto, the tiniest seashells from beaches in Australia, striped pebbles from Hampi, lucky pigs from Singapore...they are all placed here with love and care. 














Every time I pass by this bookshelf, which is many times during the day, my heart expands, my fur rises, I feel a sense of contentment. 

Friday, March 22, 2019

A Kashmiri Girl on a Cover


This is the cover for my picture book due in October 2019, published by Seagull Books. The cover illustration is done by me and the cover design by the awesome Sunandini Banerjee who designs all the Seagull Books covers

Here is Sunandini's response to me after sending me this cover design:
Thank you for the beautiful work you continue to do, and for having faith in me—for trusting me to add to your image on the cover. It has been a tremendous freedom and a responsibility and I am so very glad I could make you happy.
I am very touched to read this. While I am personally wary about emotion expressed over artwork, I have to admit that this time, when I saw my illustration placed within this understated and sophisticated cover design, I discreetly wiped away a tear. Who would've thought all those years and years of practice I put in would all lead to this?

This book was what I spent part of 2017 and most of 2018 frantically illustrating. To say that it was hard work would be an understatement. For an illustrator, making a picture book is akin to writing a novel. 

Here is a synopsis about the book ~

Priya Sebastian and Neha Singh, 'Is It the Same for You?'

‘The day they found my brother with a blood stain, I found one on my kurta too, but no one noticed my blood stain.’ Thus begins “Is it the same for you?” a story of a young girl in Kashmir as she goes through the turbulence of adolescence in her conflict-ridden world. While larger issues of terrorism, violence, and death engulf the hearts and minds of all those around her, she struggles to come to terms with her changing body and all that it entails. Left alone to deal with her constant questions, she experiences despair and loneliness but also shows resilience and hope in the faint knowledge that maybe it is not very different for all young girls around the world. : ‘Is it the same for you?’ she asks.
With powerful yet sensitive illustrations by Priya Sebastian, which infuse the story with universality, this beautiful volume is a tender attempt in imagining the different strands of a young life in Kashmir - a place where the inner conflicts of voiceless, adolescent girls are often overshadowed by the political, religious, and military conflicts that are now a constant in everyday life.

Forthcoming. October 2019.



Wednesday, March 6, 2019

The White House


So while driving around a circle in South Bangalore, I came face to face with this gorgeous old white house. I kept remembering its beauty. Then one day I returned here, sat in my car and drew it in my sketchbook. 


Then another day while buying some fruit in front of this place, I saw a young woman come out of the gate. Since she had a friendly approachable face, I called out to her and showed her my drawing in my phone. She took me inside and introduced me to her mother.




Once you enter the compound it is a different world. You leave behind urban Bangalore and enter into a time capsule which is a remnant of British Colonial times. There is a distinct change of energy and you feel you are moving back several centuries.




Unlike many old colonial bungalows which have been converted into hotels and boutiques, this home remains unchanged. It was almost reminiscent of entering into the Bronte House I visited somewhere in England a long time ago. The couple who owned the home, Ranoo and Umraz where gracious enough to show me the rooms. The floors were slate, there was a narrow spiral staircase, the dining room was like a setting from an old English story. I hardly wanted to remove my phone and brazenly photograph the surroundings of this gracious couple, so I waited until I was taken to the open space beyond the kitchen.



This house once housed Home School, which is pretty much where most girls in South Bangalore studied.


Ranoo and I chatted for sometime in her cool verandah. Connections were made of course. If you've lived in Bangalore since the 70s then everyone knows everybody else: Ranoo's teacher was my neighbour.
Ranoo told me that those who are familiar with Home School would remember the Cherry Tree in the courtyard. While the old one did not survive, a new one was planted in its place which you can see here in the picture below. 


I was told how Ranoo would hear people walking past this house wonder aloud why the owners had not "developed this space", i.e. built a towering apartment block.That might be an inevitability to old structures such as these. They are staggeringly difficult and expensive to maintain. 
What more can I say but conclude that I consider it a blessing to have been allowed to look inside this garden and this beautiful house and to have enjoyed this moment for what it was. 



Friday, February 22, 2019

Re emergence after a Sabbatical


These pictures below a keyhole peek at Unbox Festival where I was not only a flâneur but also a participant.
You can interpret the pictures however you want. Whatever meaning you derive from them will stem from an intersection of your instinct with your creative desires ~








And my studio, again. I suspect I am a bit in awe of this space which it seems my efforts in collaboration with my energy field have generated.