Showing posts with label illustration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label illustration. Show all posts

Friday, October 25, 2019

An Exercise in Restraint

This illustration for the latest issue of The Indian Quarterly was done by layering my drawings with Photoshop, the first time I have used digital assistance this extensively to create an image.


I had a rough idea of what I wanted my illustration to say, but apart from that, as I do with charcoal and pastel, I explored and found my way through while creating the illustration until I reached something satisfactory. I came away with the opinion that while making a digital collage such as this, it is so easy to get carried away by stuffing your composition with as many elements as possible and overcrowding your image. It seems to me that creating an effective illustration using Photoshop is ultimately an exercise in self-restraint – Does the image really need this? No? Then just remove it because the lesser the elements the better the image.



Initially I admit I got overexcited with all the different things I wanted to use – gold leaf, pressed flowers, dried leaves, Punjabi lettering, drawings, strokes of pastel, butterfly wings etc etc. I stuffed it all into the composition like I would a suitcase for a long journey and then seeing the weight and the sheer clutter, I was compelled to eliminate  the layers one by one by one.



Finally what makes this illustration effective apart from the symbolism of the elements is the way the eye moves around the composition, from the darkness towards the right bottom led by the black lettering  towards the stroke of red pastel on the left and upwards by the white lettering to the top of the rock and the house and then the birds and the inland letter onwards in the sky in the shape of an arc. All this ultimately reflects the words of the poignant essay about migration which I was given to illustrate, written by Anvita Budhraja, titled No Home but Memory. The essay was  based largely on a poem by Amrita Pritam called Mera Pata or My Address.


Here is the poem by Amrita Pritam


My Address
Today I effaced the number of my house and
The name of the street at the top of the street;
I removed the signposts of all the roads;
Even so if you must find where I am
You must knock at the door
Of every house in every street, city and country.

This is both a curse and benediction
Wherever you come across a liberated soul
You can take it to be my home.







Saturday, July 27, 2019

Susanne Janssen


One day while browsing through the internet I came across an extraordinary illustrated version of Hansel and Gretel by an artist called Susanne Janssen; extraordinary because this version did not have the usual variations of gingerbread house and dense forests, rather, right from page 1 which opens out into a double spread of a wounded deer, the illustrations seemed cold and sharp and chilling, a terrifying psychological journey through hell and back to sanity. Also the unusual way the illustrations were made, bold collage, sharp angles,plunging diagonal compositions, red against black, said something about the confidence of the illustrator and her emphatic way of interpreting an old story in an entirely fresh new perspective. There is no room for frills and cuteness in her retelling, instead the visuals are suffused with an anxiety that we all recognize,one that is a part of living in this modern world.
I did what one does when one comes across a “find” on the internet, I bookmarked, I googled, I searched on Facebook for Susanne Janssen, I “friended” her. I am pleased to say that the illustrator reciprocated my enthusiasm of her work by appreciating mine.



Janssen’s illustrations for Hansel and Gretel however, did not leave me easily, I searched on Amazon for the book but could not find it,there are no English versions of the book either. I finally asked someone to get the book for me from abroad and I am glad I did.


For a better understanding of these images in Hansel and Gretel it is necessary to read this in depth analysis in Figure dei Libre. You will have to use Google Translate to read it but I guarantee you will come away completely fascinated.




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Some weeks ago, Susanne Janssen sent me some beautiful flyers that she had made for her print making workshops. It provided some balm for the fact that I couldn’t whizz across to attend these sessions. The images on the flyers are beautiful and while they are a different mood from Hansel and Gretel, they are equally powerful and entice me to return to them often. Here are some pictures.














Thursday, November 15, 2018

Brief Hipster Moment


I had to get out of the house and sit in a Hipster cafĂ© to complete this long pending picture. I left my phone at home. It was a revelation that the rest of the world could wait until I finished my illustration. I am perched on a high chair and drawing on a table in a corner. Behind me one woman told another, “I want my wedding to be a simple affair!” And her friend/wedding planner advised her, “You should get your wedding done at Royal Orchid, they have the best deals...” At the other end of my long table, an American in Indian body screeched excitedly in a familiar nasal accent, “Oooo the croissants here taste JUST like those at home!” And in front of me an immaculately dressed couple, he Mohawk and neat beard burnished with beard butter, she wearing the latest from Label Life. He told her, “Your hair looks nice.” She coyly fluttered, “Thinnnk yooou.” And then I, I am eating cherry pistachio croissant and drawing for fun, for a Sunday project with a friend all the way out there in Montreal, and this at an age where most women are worrying about their daughter’s marriages or their son’s ICSE exams, Oh God, I am as hipster as all these folk around me...

You can read the entire comic here at GOOSEBERRY JAM.

Tuesday, November 6, 2018

Breathtaking


One day while scrolling through my Facebook feed, I chanced upon the raven haired Shreya Ila Anasuya wearing a red sari with a green blouse. Her resemblance to the woman in my painting of The Lovers, was remarkable. When Shreya bought a print of The Lovers from me, I asked her to send me a photo of herself in a red sari and holding the picture. You will agree that the result is simply breathtaking.
Thank you Shreya.

Tuesday, May 1, 2018

The POOL magazine interview. Unedited.



I used to assume POOL Magazine was some sort of bastion for alumni of all the national design, art and architectural colleges, however it looks like things have changed somewhat since I formed my initial presumption because much to my surprise, they asked me for an interview, me, Priya from the local art college who had that tryst with fate and illustration at Queensland College of Art long long before anybody even knew what the word illustration meant at all.






Since you can read the POOL interview only if you "pay" for it and since I cannot quite imagine anyone doing that or even ordering a copy, I am going to put the entire interview on my blog here. And what's more this will be the unedited version with all the undercurrents intact since without that it wouldn't quite be me.


So here it is below for anyone who cares to read it -




How did you fall in love with drawing?

Drawing was something that I enjoyed and did a lot of as a child. Senior classes in school effectively killed that off with their focus on studies and drawing if any was about diagrams for Biology and careful pencil shading in Art class which is horrible really because that isn’t what drawing is about at all. Rather than falling in love with drawing, I ended up avoiding it because no one seemed to know what the ability to draw well could ultimately lead to, therefore it was not encouraged; this was the 80s after all. I studied Science for a while in an attempt to please my parents and ended up making myself completely miserable. I made my way to the local art college and enrolled myself there in an act of desperation. I ended up doing even more pencil shading in Art College and the three year Applied Art course effectively and completely killed off not just my ability to draw but any other forms of creativity within me as well. I was disgorged from the art college mentally and creatively amputated and it was in such conditions that I was supposed to make my way in the real world as some kind of professional creative being. When I look back at my attempts to “fall in love with drawing” in my youth, it was a complete nightmare. 



During a stint in a design agency, I discovered that there was a profession called “Illustration”, something which involved illustrating stories. Wanting to study it further and after exploring all kinds of ways to find the means, I ended up enrolling for a Master’s degree in Illustration at an art college in Australia. I landed there pretty clueless of course. Seeing my desire to learn, the teacher who was my supervisor asked me to place my pencil aside and handed me a stick of charcoal. This changed my entire approach to drawing. It removed my drawing from the claustrophobia of corseted realism into interpretations that were uniquely and unapologetically mine. It was a shift from working as carefully as a surgeon with a sharp pointed instrument into creating an image with something blunt. This required a complete change in mindset. From years of doing detailed photographic rendering, I now had to create an impression, my impression, of elements that constituted an image. I had to relearn what it meant to be spontaneous so that my drawings breathed with energy. I had to think about what I wanted to say and how I wanted to say it. I had to use my imagination. Drawing became an adventure into the unknown. The process of making an image became exhilarating and fun as never before. In time, thanks to the directness of working with charcoal, by using my hands and fingers to draw, I learnt to love drawing again and to do it with the same spirit that I did as a child.


Tell us about your formative years. What has been the role of formal education in your career?

I don’t think my schooling had any role whatsoever to play in my career. I went to a school that was a remnant of this country’s colonial past. The system was very formal and rigid and we were encouraged to conform and obey in dress, mannerisms and thinking to the point where at times it felt like an army boot camp. We had a bunch of Anglophile teachers who thought it was their job to civilize the natives. Questioning of the teacher was never really encouraged except to answer a tentative doubt and both questions and answers were written for us on the blackboard which we mugged up and reproduced at exams. Unsurprisingly my school has produced very few artists. A good metaphor for school life would be the carefully drawn still life from art class done with detailed pencil shading, very neat and correct but completely lacking imagination and originality. At the end of my schooling I was a clone of something society expected me to be, something nebulous enough for external powers like family, marriage and religion to write whatever script they wanted to over me.



What does it take to become a successful artist?
Becoming a successful artist is not only about practicing a skill but about consciously questioning what it is that we have been taught to believe. Is it necessary for us to hold on to values handed down to us by family, religion, teachers and mentors for the rest of our lives or should we re-examine and discard what usually are one-dimensional concepts suited to a particular time and space? When you constantly search, question, imbibe, reject and experiment, you allow your mind to expand and deepen. You learn to trust your instincts and accept your feelings about situations. This gets reflected in the art that you make. The process of becoming an artist of worth is a slow process which takes a lifetime to unfold. It can also be an organic and beautiful one if we allow it to be.



You seem to work primarily in Black and White? Can you tell us about your preference for charcoal as your chosen medium for illustration.
Black and White is structure and bone. It digs into the truth with decisiveness. It might be sensual but it is also intellectual.  A picture in color is to be looked at but Black and White compels us to think.
Charcoal is decisive and subtle, strong yet sophisticated. These varied qualities allow me the clarity and expressiveness I desire while making an illustration.

You have been an educator, what are the principles by which you teach your students to illustrate?
When I teach students the art of illustration, I teach them to have an opinion, to have a point of view that is their own and to justify it by expressing it visually in relation to the text or story given to them. I do this through one on one discussion, analysis of the subject and assisting in the process of conceptualization. I encourage my students to look at the works of great masters, analyze how they solved visual problems in their paintings and to incorporate those principles within their own illustrations. I firmly believe that if you look at and truly learn to appreciate great art, it reflects in your work in various ways. I also go to great lengths to generate confidence within students and to teach them not to be diffident about expressing themselves. There is nothing more rewarding for a teacher than to be a catalyst in the process of creating an effective illustration.



Tell us about a few projects most memorable to you.
One of the projects I thoroughly enjoyed working on last year was a commission by the Commonwealth Writer’s to make illustrations for two stories and a poem on the theme of Partition of the Sub-Continent in its 70th year. There had to be a common visual theme for all three images which was to appear in their website. I made the images primarily in black and white with touches of red; these are colors that are visually striking and graphic to get the message across. I used mountains in all three images as a common factor to link them. I used red color and tearing of paper to indicate conflict, partition and attempts at bridging them. The resultant images are visually powerful and while I usually work with my hands, in this case I also scanned the drawings and layered them digitally to create depth and complexity to echo and reinforce the message of the stories.
I do quite a lot of work for The Indian Quarterly magazine and the excellent stories they give me to illustrate continue to be my favourite projects of all. These stories are usually set in different parts of the country, Kolkata, The North East, the latest one from Goa, and they usually focus on some universal aspect of the human personality like prejudice, manipulation, desire for escape or a weakness of some sort. I have to solve the puzzle provided by the story, not by giving away the answer in the image but by providing a visual counterpoint.  The best images in my portfolio are illustrations for this wonderful magazine.



Share some experiences of working with publications. 
It is all pretty straightforward really, the art director gives me the story and the size of the image, I send him or her the concept drawing, it is approved by the team, I then finish up the final illustration and deliver. Most art directors who have worked with me are familiar with the quality of my work and don’t interfere too much. They trust me to deliver a good, worthwhile end result. This is a trust that I am careful about maintaining.



Where do you draw inspiration from? 
Having trained to become an illustrator in a Master’s course which involved analyzing as well as visually amplifying literature from my chosen area of research, my inspiration usually comes from what I read. A beautifully written paragraph in a book that I am reading can inspire me to make an illustration, at other times, a poem I come across would make me do the same. It is almost always the text or story that inspires an illustration.


The shapes of things interest me. In different places I travel to, the shapes of things are usually different from what I am familiar with – boulders, sea shells, houses, seed pods…I examine these in drawings in my sketchbook. In Montreal I got to experience my first winter. The world turned black and white, the sky turned the same color as the snow and the dark shapes of leafless trees set against this completely white background made them look as if they were floating in mid-air. It was a completely different world. At that time, the style of my drawings in my sketchbooks changed completely when I was recording those scenes around me. My lines became very clean and severe and my images acquired a stark quality to them as opposed to the energy and movement that is usually associated with my work.


How do you balance the creative and commercial sides of art?
In this question, I think what is really being asked of me is “How do I survive as an illustrator given the fact that illustrators are paid as little as they are.” The answer is simply this; it is very, very challenging to make a living as an illustrator. It isn’t a profession in which you make money but rather a profession that you have chosen because you love doing what you do. All of us, my illustrator colleagues and I, try everything to make ends meet, we sell our work, we sell prints of our work, take workshops, teach, reason with clients to pay us more etc. However if the focus is on “Where is my next cheque going to come from?” life becomes suffused with anxiety which bleeds into your work and that is hardly a way to live let alone create. Ultimately I can only say that in my case I have learnt to live with less, which has been liberating because my sole focus is on doing really good work. In the end, that is all that really matters to me.



What is the one piece of advice that you live by?
The job of an illustrator can be exhilarating and yet at times it can be the most frustrating and isolating job ever. Like every other profession or aspect of life, it has both its triumphs and challenges. There is one quotation I came across a few years ago which I pretty much look at as often as I can. It serves as a kind of compass needle which always redirects me back to what is truly important in my life. It is this piece of advice by artist Teresita Fernandez: 
"And lastly, when other things in life get tough, when you’re going through family troubles, when you’re heartbroken, when you’re frustrated with money problems, focus on your work. It has saved me through every single difficult thing I have ever had to do, like scaffolding that goes far beyond any traditional notions of a career."










Friday, January 19, 2018

Pages From a Book

This time, back to showcasing my work again -







Friday, January 12, 2018

Prejudices


An illustration I did towards the end of last year for The Indian Quarterly was for a story called The Circle, featuring the last of the Anglo Indians, the prejudices inherent in them and how it ultimately destroys them.
The print has turned out a bit darker than the original, so I am adding the complete original below along with a detail of the illustration.



The haunting story which makes us cringe at the extent of prejudice and perceived superiority that one community has for another reminds me of the remark made by a friend of mine after she had broken up with her Anglo-Indian fiancee. She said, "How long are these Anglo-Indians going to prefix "Anglo" to define themselves? They are Indians!" This is true of course, but try telling that to Anglo-Indians, you'd probably make them writhe in agony.

Once, some years ago, during coffee an Anglo Indian acquaintance of mine remarked that the father of her niece was a Malayalee. When I expressed surprise, my acquaintance hastily added, "But she (the niece) is not Malayalee! She is one of us! She is one of us!" I was perplexed at the absurdity of that remark and at the determination of my Anglo-Indian acquaintance to completely erase the Indian aspect from her family.



Some explanation for these mindsets can be found in William Dalrymple's The White Mughals and more briefly in City of Djinns.
Here are a couple of memorable quotes from City of Djinns -

'And they're a fascinating people, the Indians. I'll say that for them.'
I've always had friendly relations with them, mind. It's their country. That's what my father always used to say.'
'That's right. The Indians are a nice people. Provided you treat them as human beings.'

'You see we're not Britishers', said Mr Smith. 'We're something different.'


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Saturday, January 6, 2018

Moving On

This illustration is the last illustration I did in 2017. It is for a Jim Corbett book cover.



The last time I drew a tiger was sometime in 2009 for Deccan Herald when I used to do illustrations for their kiddie section. The pay was so low, the stories were so trite that the work became a chore. I decided to move on to other things. The picture below was the final illustration I did for them for a very nice poem. It was a good way to end, the 2009 tiger, sweet faced and hopeful.



Since then I have certainly moved on and in 7 years I have tried my hand at all kinds of wonderful projects which I never even dreamt I would do. However once again the red lights are flashing around my head and there are sirens in my ears every time I take up an editorial or a cover. It is time to move on again, this time to solving far more complex puzzles on my table and at my own pace.

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Another Cover


There is one art director who absolutely knows what to do with the styles of different illustrators. She brings out the best in each of us. This cover was particularly challenging since we were figuring things out as I went along with her suggestions. I wasn't quite sure what she wanted or had in mind and after many attempts at getting it right I wasn't even sure if what I had done had sufficed. I spent sleepless nights.Then when the cover design with my illustration arrived in my inbox, I was pleased by how striking it was. It is therefore with great pleasure that I am showing it off over here.