august drawing|here’s the beginning
Posted on August 7, 2011 5 Comments
I love to get people involved in drawing, and I’m always interested in the infinite ways a line can be enhanced or re-interpreted. So I started a drawing and would like to invite you to finish it. All you need is a printer, scanner and the tools to make it yours. When you’re done, please e-mail it to galkandari@gmail.com and I’ll post your works as I get them.
Cross the bridge for the first entry by my seventh grade teacher Stacey Wire Ward!
ramadan drawing|august 3
Posted on August 3, 2011 Leave a Comment
I got an idea to draw a picture over Ramadan yesterday. I felt well enough to start it today. The picture quality is horrible and I wish I had an A3 scanner. I’ll look into it over the weekend. For now until then, I’ll scan the parts on my regular scanner.
uninspired skin
Posted on July 28, 2011 Leave a Comment
passive watching
Posted on July 27, 2011 Leave a Comment
is it important for an artist to know how to draw?
Posted on July 24, 2011 5 Comments
Yes. I think it is. But sometimes I think maybe it’s not so important. In an age where artistic power is handed to us by the likes of Photoshop, Painter and Illustrator, I think a mind-blowingly good idea, composition and use of color may just compensate for the fact that someone who calls themselves an artist can’t draw. But that’s what the outcome has to be: mind-blowing. Otherwise, the use of visual arts software is just a lazy tool for those who skipped Drawing 101. Of course there are also the visual, audio, touch, taste-related manifestations of art which don’t necessarily focus on the ‘old-fashioned’ notion of transferring objects to paper, but I’m going to keep it simple. Is the ability to draw important anymore?
july 21. passenger 12e
Posted on July 22, 2011 8 Comments
Part two. Reading my third page entry above, I was still unaware of the psychosis of passenger (I desperately want to say ‘patient’) 12E. And this is not in hindsight, I promise. The moment I got up to let him slide through to his seat, I had a bad feeling about him. No smile, no ‘excuse me’, just an emotionless swipe through the space between my knees and the seat in front of me. A lifeless plunk into his seat followed by (and this is in hindsight-rather hindknowledge) glances over at my children and at my diary. Harmless, I thought. My notebook does tend to attract attention, and not always favorable. As I mentioned in my diary, he was making whistling sounds. Well, they were more like kissy noises, like someone chirping to get a bird’s attention. He’s a nervous flyer, I thought.
When we were airborne he started fidgeting with the tray in front of him: open, close, open, close, open, close, something a child would do until reprimanded by one of his parents. Again, all harmless. But then the food came. Read More






















