Antomy of storytelling

I was told that there are more than twenty people for my lecture and workshop series on 'The Anatomy of Story telling in Cinema". I made a presentation and reach on time with my friend and fellow filmmaker Kiran Sasi.

When it started the class had four students from Masters in Multimedia. Four silent students. One of them was a bit offended by seeing bad people in a movie "Deathproof".

The class started with identifying who are bad people and who are good people. If badness isuniversal or contextual or even relative. Followed by telling stories from their life.

After three dayswe were joined by eight more people.

The class became more vibrant. People started undertanding what my intentions were. They showed up with amazing screenplays but bunked classes on weekends. Overall they reminded me of me.
The slapdash, self centred, not a care in the world(ME). Its so good to be in a college. The cushion that it provides is a relief.

We developed script sand watched a few movies and built relations while half the class never showed up. Had a good time with students.

Sacred hearts School of media, Tavera

A few slides used for class
                                      

NIghtwing

Page from a graphic novel I am making

in Mumbai it was mostly cutting chai and lot of discussions

part of mental makeover deciding not to go to Himalayas

and because night wing is a superhero

At home drawing pictures of mountain tops :-)

Post IDC period ... no fancy art ... no deliverables ... no fear of reviews ...

Doing concept art for a script and meanwhile sketchg random stuff

SAVE a Day

What will you do when you get up late and have a 

disturbing neck pain. 

Sketch to make the day better. 

A gentle Wolverine is a myth

A bad Superman is a myth

A lot of work pending and hence has to run. 

The day just got a little better. 

I want to name this post 'morning glory' 

but the pun would be too much.

imPosters

As a matter of fact getting used to mUmbai is a tough call. You come accross a million faces at a railway station, a thousand at a bus stop. Chaotic people running relentlessly to survive.

The death/murder of my neighbor was devastating enough and I couldnt think of anything good to scribble, doodle. ( may peace be with her)

A bus stop horading and paint shade card exercise got me moving forward. 

Inspired by some hoardings i am trying a set of Silly posters.

Will a tree know how great it is ?

this is Nonsense fun

My sense of typography has always been bad. 

But then they are 'Imposters' and not posters