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Map concentration

Breadth: Map Art

Map

Map

Breath Piece: Map

Mussoorie map to subway map

Map Peice

Map Breadth Piece





Map Breadth Piece

Coffee based water color and ink on coffee stained & dripped paper

Map breadth

Altered Books

Aditee O

Akriti P

Christine L

Luniva S

Luniva S

Nayung C

Rahul D

Siddharth G

Suwan C

Tina M

Tina M

Yo Sep L

Zarka S

Gojen R

Winter work

- Shadow sun

- just another rock

Hemandrantath Majumdar "Toilette"/ Nandalal Bose

Breath- SH Raza

Breadth - Seurat-Inspired

Tagore - Abstract

Gojen R
Praise shames me, for I
secretly beg for it.

Akriti P
Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it.

Zarka S
The Perfect decks itself in beauty for the love
of the Imperfect.

Luniva S
Wrong cannot afford defeat but
Right can.

Christine L
That I exist is a perpetual surprise
which is life.

Suwan C
I cannot choose the best.
The best chooses me.

Rahul D
It is the little things that I leave behind for my loved
ones, - great things are for everyone.

Tina M
The best does not come alone.
It comes with the company of the all.

Aditya S
I carry in my world that flourishes
the worlds that have failed.

Aditee O
We come nearest to the great when we are
great in humility.

Nayung C
Never be afraid of the
moments - thus sings the
voice of the everlasting.

Siddharth G
We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.

Hyeeun C
To be outspoken is easy when you
do not wait to speak the complete truth.

Rignor W
The mind, sharp but not broad,
sticks at every point but does
not move.

Yosep L
The Great walks with the Small without fear.
The Middling keeps aloof.

Tagore - Imagery

Gojen R
Roots are the branches down in the earth.
Branches are roots in the air.

Rignor W
The trees like the longings of the earth, stand
a-tiptoe to peep at the heaven.

Suwan C
"We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the
storms, but who are you so silent?"
"I am a mere flower."

Luniva S
I sit at my window this morning where
the world like a passer-by stops for
a moment, nods to me and goes.

Christine L
They throw throw their shadows before them who carry
their lantern on their back.

Rahul D
The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the
burden of its tail.

Hyeeun C
The woodcutter's axe begged for its handle
from the tree. The tree gave it.

Tanya G,
The hills are like shouts of children who raise their
arms, trying to catch stars.

Akriti P,
What is this unseen flame of darkness whose sparks are
the stars?

Siddharth G,
The bird thinks it is an act of kindness to give the fish
a life in the air.

Yosep L,
The mist, like love, plays upon the heart of the hills and
brings out surprises of beauty.

Aditee O
The birth and death of the leaves are the rapid whirls
of the eddy whose wider circles move slowly among stars.

Aditya S,
The bird wishes it were a
cloud. The cloud wishes
it were a bird.

Tina M,
The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering
heart making the music of sadness.

Zarka S,
The grass seeks her crowd in the earth.
The tree seeks his solitude in the sky.

Nayung C
The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.