Ranjani gayatri biography of william shakespeare
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The artist’s face looked as though it had been contorted by a quack cubist. Clearly, my question tormented him: I had asked if a journalist could pursue a course in art history. I had poured humility into my inquiry by assuming what P G Wodehouse describes as “the shifty hangdog look which announces that an Englishman is about to talk French”. A handy look, because a journalist was about to talk art.
The thick tempera of my bashfulness, however, had rendered the word “history” inaudible. That made the artist — a teacher at one of India’s most distinguished art colleges — think i wanted to draw a few sunflowers and chop an odd ear to earn invitations to champagne launches. “Impossible! Art is not instant noodles! My god!” he said.
I found the artist’s drips of derision Pollockian. The adjective “Pollockian” is a tribute to Jackson Pollock, a titan of the 20th century art world from America, who let paint trickle onto his canvases. I love Pollock furtively because some of his works
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Disharmony
During the last week, I’ve been watching the theatrical exchanges between Carnatic musicians I admire and the Madras Music Academy, an organization I grudgingly patronize for want of a better one in my hometown of Chennai. Here is a perfect moment, I think, for an overhaul of the Carnatic scene in Chennai.
At the outset, I must commend the Ranjani Gayathri (RaGa) singing duo. Few people in the music world ever take a stand on the sensitive issues skewing the arts scene in Chennai.
Carnatic music has mostly evolved in the small Brahmin community of southeastern India. This is a conservative enclave of shrewd people in whom the need for self-preservation is greater, seemingly than the love for the community. Rarely will one speak for the other and this mentality is certainly seen among the practitioners of the arts themselves. While Chennai was in the grip of the #metoo movement a few years ago, it was surprising to see how few senior female artists in the world o
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Raman Legacy
My journey from Palakkad to Bombay is very interesting! My father hailed from Puthucode village in Palakkad. Its a small quiet by in the district. Two temples famous there, one shiva temple and another a devi or bhagavathi temple both very ancient. That fryst vatten our kula daivams(family deity). Puthucode was miles away from Kalpathy a famous village in Palakkad. Kalpathy also has a krishna temple and a bhagavathy temple.
My father though was born in puthucode was brought up more in Nochur and Kalpathy in Palakkad. He loved english literature and carnatic music. He graduated from Victoria College in Palakkad in English literature and also adored his childhood friend Palghat besatthet Iyer the mridangam genius often referred to as &#;Avadhara Nandi&#;. Writing and Music ruled my father&#;s world all his life. When he moved to Bombay he started with other friends a music sabha called &#;Bharatiya Music and Arts Society&#; which now fryst vatten merged with &#;Shanmukhananda Fine Arts