Baby, baby, quite contrary...

A few friends and I went to watch the movie 'Rango' yesterday, and the enjoyable experience of watching a nice movie and a wonderfully air conditioned hall on a hot summer afternoon was some what marred by a three year old and his (obnoxious) parent sitting in front of us. The kid spent half of the movie asking his dad what was happening on screen and the rest staring at us and chanting 'popcorn! popcorn!'
This comic was somewhat prompted by that incident, my inability/refusal to deal with kids and Gala Darling's post on the subject.
Now to tell my mum about my future (non) family plans. Soon.
Please click to enlarge.

P.S. sorry about crappy scan quality, it was a rush job on the insti scanner.

Illustration friday : Bottled

My friend Charu and I were roommates last year. I made this drawing then of the collection of various bottles we had on the floor in a very dorm-DIY-esque instalation. What my mum called junk when she came visiting, we called 'art' (ok, so we never called it anything, but 'art' is a nice name for the proof of our drinking habit! )

Illustration Friday : warning

My mum was always warning me that if I din't drink my milk everyday, I'd be a bad girl.

On a side note though, parents are funny creatures. They warn us about the most inane things in the hopes that we dont become bad/dead people, like drink your milk, eat your food, dont be fat, look both ways before crossing the road, dont get tattoos etc etc. So much so that they forget to warn us about the things that really mke us bad. I dont think I've ever heard a parent say "dont do that, thats a bad life decision!"...nope, not ever.

watercolours and pencil colours on paper.

scribble.sleep.not.colour.juice

I normally write a little something below each of my posts, but for this one, I can't think.

Mostly because this was one of things that I just saw in my head (while I was 'working'), and then drew out.

Twisted sleep cycles and work stress is doing strange things to me.

Digital scratch to finish. (Ideally I would have drawn the woman in inks.)

Flavoured Foto

Fresh flowers and herbs hand picked from the deciduous forests of a summer holiday frozen into a delicious happy memory.

Lip smacking, finger tingling, flavourful.

Best served with a side of chocolate.

An addictive song churned into the flavour of the moment.

You will be coming back for seconds, and thirds, just like a good love song.

IF: sneaky

Coco thinks she's being damn sneaky when shes about to attack her bone. Like a jungle cat (dog?).
I don't have the heart to tell her its only made of felt and pollyfill. Don't want to take away her doggie dreams.

watercolours and dry pastels on cartridge paper.

t-shirt and genes

Family has this way of ribbing you into giving them free stuff. And you can never really say no to them.

In this case it was more like family and extended family (well, they are actually friends, but when people are this close to you, 'friends' just doesn't explain it) who wanted me to make a t-shirt for them.

First a little background story:

Back in the 70's a group of groovy young lads decided to make the banyan tree near the Mangalore lighthouse their chill out spot where they escaped the prying eyes of their college padris and small town Managlore to smoke some cigarettes, drink a few beers and make merry.

They thus came to be known as as the Lighthouse boys or the LH gang.

These LH boys till date remain the best of friends and will still act like a bunch of crazy 18 year olds whenever they meet up.

One of them, is my father and the rest my father's closest friends (or my closest friend's fathers if you look at it that way).

Anyways, last summer a couple of these friends of mine and I decided to paint a wall in Mahim, Mumbai (as part of the wall project) as a dedication to their legacy of merrymaking.

(Oh! and in case you're wondering what that bacardi-esque bat is doing there, just ask your self, 'what could be their favourite drink?')

And they had been asking me to make a t-shirt graphic for them for a really long time. And since I was still quite high on the excitement of painting a wall, I converted that image into a T-shirt.

The ever responsible Jason was entrusted with the task of getting the t-shirts printed in time for all of us to wear for our next get-together. He and I spent a few days fighting over the phone over number of colours, image size, printing techniques etc etc ( Producers, no matter who they are, will always give you a hard time!!)

finally after reducing the colours to a miserable eight.

Here's me wonderfully modelling the printed t-shirt for you :P

And here are the original LH boys wearing them.

Yes, these are adults, with families and jobs !! But they happen to be the craziest/funniest/funnest bunch of people I know. And I know all of us kids can only wish to have this kind of enthusiasm for life when we are 50+
But with t-shirts and genes like these, i know we will.
:D