Thursday, April 24, 2014


"" below is a post that i just saw as a draft from 2012. been off the blog for a while now irrespective of continuous reminders within myself and others.. apologies.."

I had my first solo titled "Metropolis and City Planners" 
at India International Centre (IIC) and Exhibit 320 ( both in New Delhi )

The solo show at IIC was mainly the preview of my first installation "The Fall"
i felt really lucky to know that it was also the inaugural show of the art gallery at IIC 
(Thanks ishan for the best pics from the show)

 “The Fall”, signifies two aspects of the work: Firstly, the 
impending fall of humanity as imagined by the artist and
secondly, the autumnal season when, typically, trees shed 
their leaves in anticipation of a long winter.

The bare black tree branching out in all four directions is
 dotted by uninhabited block buildings, satellite and 
telephone towers. While the grown tree and the buildings 
of a progressed civilization show a mature phase of human 
development, the choice of colour and the fallen people on
 the floor around the tree point to a decline, an end of 
hope. The tree is an allegory of hope and its leafless 
state implies an end of life, unnourished by its inhabitants,
 who due to their lack of foresight have laid waste 
to themselves and that, which gave them life. Is it surprising 
to find so bleak, albeit beautiful, a vision in one so young? 
Sachin speaks in some sense of his own physical journey 
from small urban to metropolitan settlements and 
an overwhelming sense of drowning under concrete 
structures, the remoteness of urban existence 
from a natural world.

 The Fall is an early experiment in applying the machinations 
of paper engineering and pop-up bookmaking to wood but 
he remains true to the cut line and the simplified form which 
masks the arduous technicality of the works on show

        -Deeksha Nath.

the show was mostly filled with installations mainly because it was one heck of an opportunity to showcase really whatever i wanted and both the galleries were not looking at the selling part of works for a change.

and so i headed on to recreate the thoughts i live in while i make all the framed artworks.

Liberation of confinement 
 Archival paper collage I site specific installation 

R.I.P - Regression In Progression 
Archival paper collage I 96" x 320"

Also i realized, i am slowly falling in love with all the wires that runs all over the city,
making marks and dividing the sky all the time when you look up...
you have no idea where they come from, where they going...
just like all the people you see all around you in the city....  

Archival Paper Cutouts I Site specific installation

Indian Rosewood, Newspaper cutouts I 2012

this particular one is my favorite from the show..its just a really damn heavy log of wood. might be a tree that was cut to replace it with a building. hence the tree is now having the geometric form of the building, a huge immovable block right in-front of you.
 and the newspaper cut out as people.. 
aahh... i love that texture and colors happening with people from all over the world..

Without Consent
mdf cutouts, automotive paint I 2012

and some other works tht happened in 2012...

this last image with the blue backdrop was an exploration... i really wanted to add on all the wires on poles and buildings that keep hanging everywhere. its something you cannot miss while watching that clear blue sky. but as i really feel that the work is very incomplete, i dismantled the entire piece to create some thing new.. will update soon with more images..

Friday, March 16, 2012

India Art Fair 2012

while creating the city as carnivorous flowers for a year, 
the whole feeling of seeing them grow all around was unavoidable.
 and so i decide to create a sculptor version of these plants.

 growing from anywhere, at any possible scale. 
you can find these wild flowers/cities in all stages. 
 you can walk around them, enjoy them, 
only to feel and realize the chaos and fragility of the structure. 
may be one day they might shed petal by petal, 
maybe they might grow bigger...


more images can be seen here

Thursday, December 29, 2011


The architecture of words is mysterious; they conceal as they reveal, they fall apart and reconfigure, they constrain and they liberate. They are missing links and they are empty spaces. In all these paradoxes, they are the story.


Exhibit 320 | F-320, Lado Sarai, New Delhi

The immediate recollection of a use of text came with my early morning tea from the newspaper I just picked from outside the door. Almost completely covered with text, it was covering a lot of stories happening all around us. The second thought was that of how the entire city is waking up with it, making the day better, worse or least affected by the same. These multiple stories kept getting stacked at the corner of a room. Those stacks represented the whole set of events that happened in the past few months. Like a diary of the nation, n bits from all over the world. Many stories disappeared half way through until someone new digs it up. Many stories were of catastrophes all around the world, n many led to the destruction as well as creation of many individuals and groups. Though our name n details are not there, somewhere or the other, they made it up as part of our lives. They kept getting stacked in layers like the building we see around us, the building we live within. These buildings just kept growing day by day like the stacks of paper in the corner of a room. N within these stories we live. We manage to figure our lives through the narrow lanes that are created from the shadows of these stories. I present you the very first thought/ a feeling that passed me while being through these multi-story bombardments of text, which was lying right next to that cup of tea.


 2011 , (60" x 27" x 54"- approx)
Newspapers, resin, coffee table,
coffee cup & a broken saucer