Fringe Weekly Blogs

Calculus of joy (again)

Joy is the sound of arriving at home and hearing children laughing. Joy is the smell you get when the pizza box opens, and the air is filled with just the right amount of garlic. Joy is streaming...

Four cows

Once upon a time there were four cows: a brown one, a white one, a pink one and a yellow one. Everyone who saw them knew a basic fact about each of them. The brown cow was chocolate flavoured, th...

Stlye file

The batmobile of 1966 was probably the first gay family car. I came up with that statistic while remembering about the sleek black design with those wild fishtales, and the red trim. And the styl...

Live for art

If it never stops raining at least we will remember the sunshine. That’s the thing about images that are implanted in our memories, and good weather is a sort of backdrop to the main event. It he...

Art and the weather report

If it never stops raining at least we will remember the sunshine. That’s the thing about images that are implanted in our memories, and good weather is a sort of backdrop to the main event. It he...

Don't mind the body

The reflex arc happens when your doctor hits your knee with a hammer (do they still have those?) and you nearly kick her head in  with a counter impulse. I came upon it when I googled Reflex Art ...

Confession session

The connected world is a world of lies and deception. Switch on the internet and join the (un)happy party of information tourists. I think that before we open our doors to others, we should open ...

Deep dive

The pothole situation in the city has sunk to new depths. After the rain a mere puddle can actually be a deep and treacherous ravine. Half your car can sink and tyres can bust on what you thought...

So, angels rush in

If fools rush in where angels fear to tread, then I’m a fool. I don’t mind admitting that I can make quick decisions based on a passing idea. Anyway why can’t angels be fools also? Why can’t ange...

Paint never dies it dries

However sad your life is, there is always somebody whose life is sadder than yours. However good your art is, there is always somebody whose art is better than yours. Take strength from your posi...

Peace could be overrated

Peace would be the ultimate brand identity, if it wasn’t so intangible. It’s hard to touch peace, even if it’s not impossible to be at peace. The reason why the peace brand would have such br...

Love and Affliction

It’s fine that the party set uses the social media as their own private real estate. But it’s unfair that everyone has to keep up. Recently I’ve landed up online in three happy snaps without perm...

I'm the teddy of the future

Good art can be both sad and embracing. Well not as embracing as a damp towel after a swim, one of my pet hates. I remember being a basically comfortable kid who loathed school swimming lessons f...

Toy land trouble

The world is something like a plastic pet dinosaur, you put your finger up its bum and pull a lever and it snaps its jaw shut. Your other finger can be in its mouth when that happens, and you can...

Sharing my shirt

Having traveled the world is no guarantee of anything. I know people who have been everywhere and they don’t have one interesting story to tell, about where they’ve been. Drugs will give you an i...