Hinterland

Undercurrent of swirl fish They suck on big gloating palaces like frogs under the gun There are three points facing the light of the sun ...

Dara Okat (°1975, Hinterland, India) makes films, photos, mixed media artworks and conceptual artworks. By merging several seemingly incom...

The servile has arrived to decide his fate. He thinks only in triangles, a three-pointed mind, one abstract venn-diagram into his heart. ...

The construct divided, the plastered floor breaks the plastic, the folds crack under my feet into the heathen that the cat's mystery ...

I love the name I have given you. Through it you can see red, green and blue. Everytime another hue. :)

First Surrealist Manifesto From  Le Manifeste du Surréalisme , 1924 ANDRÉ BRETON We are still living under the reign of logic, but t...

Humankind lingers unregenerately in Plato’s cave, still reveling, its age-old habit, in mere images of the truth. But being educated by pho...

Persistent, flowing through fallen shadows, excavating tunnels, drilling silences, insisting, running under my pillow, brushing past my ...

Opening Monologue There is a moment in your life when you look back at everything and think “is this it?”. This is the time you realise t...

Horses in the dunes, falling to the ground, outside my window. The python arrives, eats one of the carcasses. I am stuck inside my room...

Some excerpts from "The 24-hour Dog" by Jeannette Winterson. "He was as soft as rainwater. I made him walk on a lead and h...

A lovely poem on trees :) I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the sweet eart...

Contoured within the walls of my mind is a tree with a tilt, Facing the water of my eyes is a branch that got built, I faced the thousand...

And then there came the time when drama was born. Hiding shy of the village, there is a culture 8000 years old, working with tribals and fi...

The full stops, the mind unveils a triangle, the moment is caught, then lost, the past comes back in circles, the deer stops to look, the f...

Just as the second needle hits the number 5, time changes. But time is always changing, why should we stay the same, why should the world s...

Ashes turned pink to let the heartache sink. And in just a blink what a world it is, I think...

Hugs, kisses, cuddles, Sun, moon, stars, Walking into puddles, Away from all the cars...

Its time the stars started aligning, its time the sun started showing signs of crossing the horizon, its time the moment appeared omnipresen...

The synapse frightens the temple of my highs the blood making shapes in my sky The rope tightens the neck of my eyes the blood drawi...

One day we will look into a light And stop blinking One day we will set sail into the night And stop thinking...

There is a silent sun waiting in the raptures of the moon. The phases of the fog are moving in perpendicular to the surface of my face . All...

What am I looking into? The surface has changed its shapes and created myriad landscapes waiting to be seen. The moment has brought with it ...

...everything behind To touch ...everything blind To know ...the mind's unkind To hear ...the moment unwind

Tethered to the fabric of my soul is the image of black From what I imagined it struck me as the fibre of a sack The flourishes are the fini...

The reverse is happening, all that I thought was happiness has been turned on its head, now I can see only disarray, a sort of incomplete pe...

The seers look at the trapeze-shaped diagram of a heart Its countoured edges revealing very little colour Finding countless ways of shaping ...

Benaras Phantasmagorik - A book of sketches and notes. The book documents my visits to Benaras. The first one was in February 2009. Just fou...

Everything seems to be going as per plan . Not my plan. Adjustments are being made every second. I arrive ten minutes late and something has...

Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, music, books, painting...

Ustad Zia Fareeduddin Dagar spoke to Deepak Raja about the Dhrupad Kendra, Bhopal, on October 6, 1998 ---- By 1980, I had virtually settled ...

Megh Malhar, a raga of considerable antiquity, is associated with the rainy season, and is considered a serious and profound raga, prescribe...

...of losing everything and having only a consciousness that reads the failure as "Failure" and nothing else. This is the nightma...

Broken flowers plastering the ceiling Open towers Cradling the feeling Acid showers Shielding the reeling

The glory of the nineties, the end of the century brought home tulips in white. Electricity was the color of the sun. The oldest living city...

Resolve, dissolve, try, delete, escape somewhere closer to your heart.

The word is out Temporarily we hang about Holding onto little threads Sleeping at night in our little beds Thinking in circles and squares H...

Slowly, slowly the clocks hands move A mutiny in my head The heart resides in one of the many limbs Hiding in the shed Looking up at the sky...

And to think I could make plans in my life. Its all left to the hands of impermanence. The hundredhands of God as He works his way through t...

Joy's morning message of Pt. Bhimsen Joshi's death. All morning I was playing Todi on the 12-string, tuning the strings to the notes...

Jaunpuri stayed with me all morning and with the surprise visit of Pallabda, the nuances were clarified in detail. The classic S, G, M-> ...

Bhimpalasi made a very long trip home. Stayed with Madhuvanti and me for long while Piko played outside in the sun. Tired and weary from the...

210111 The new year brings a new gift. In the manifest form of a Sarod. I call her Madhuvanti sometimes, sometimes Shree. The sunset was spe...

Mahadeva.

I'm sitting again with the face of another, Branches and buds in my eyes, Clouds on my tongue and the Mistress of the Dunes now looking ...

Story One Dazzling star from Bollywood in his prime, living in limos, on sex, wine and drugs comes to Benaras to shoot song sequence and los...

When the phantasmagoric heart begins sending you visuals of your soul, catch it and articulate everything in poetry, visuals and sound. The ...

And they came to the river And they came from the road And he wanted the sun Just to call his own And they walked on the dirt And they walke...