The Fuschia Tree
Editor's Note.
Every sunbeam, every strain of music, every sapling and starfish is ultimately the regeneration of a previous something, a collection of somethings, taking on new shape. At the most indivisible level we can comprehend, all life is nothing more than atoms and molecules dancing their way through various forms. And if everything comes from something, it stands to reason that everything must go to something as well.
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Every sunbeam, every strain of music, every sapling and starfish is ultimately the regeneration of a previous something, a collection of somethings, taking on new shape. At the most indivisible level we can comprehend, all life is nothing more than atoms and molecules dancing their way through various forms. And if everything comes from something, it stands to reason that everything must go to something as well.

All artists regenerate – give new form and life to the already existing – transforming pigments to portraits and pulling statues from stone. Their magic lies in their ability to envision renewed existence. In this issue, we explore the worlds of four very different artists who share a deep understanding of the necessity of renewal for growth.

We begin by regenerating our world through Kunal Gupta’s mental meanderings, following his philosophies on concept sound, lineage, arcade culture and the wisdom of the wind through spiraling traces of his thoughts.

We then dive down, back to where all life emerged from, as underwater photographer Umeed Mistry takes us to the depths of the ocean as he seeks to regenerate his own love for the children of the sea in and through us.

We narrow our focus from the ocean to a fountain as we enter the singular world of Shreyas Karle. Here, we must choose whether to focus on detail or entirety, as we learn to see life through the button-eyes of a tram door.

Asim Waqif ties it all together, illuminating forgotten rivers with lit up strings of recycled plastic bottles, throwing light on the irony of upcycled art. Through his art we learn to see the poetry in the decrepit and regenerate our own evaluations.

Even as we shed our skins to take in the world afresh, our dried out scales take on a new life of their own, sinking into the soil to become a part of other wonders.


Ever in renewal,

Simone


Illusion: Seeing Beyond Seeing
Meaning: In Search of Significance.
Melody: A Different Tune
Rhythm: Ordering Time

Dhrupadi Ghosh is an old friend of mine. We have often had long sessions of adda late at night, discussing her dream projects since her college days at Santiniketan, where she majored in Sculpture.