A VISUAL STUDY
MADE BY NAYANA GUPTA ADP - VISUAL COMMUNICATION DESIGN SRISHTI INSTITUTE OF ART, DESIGN AND TECHNOLOGY 2014-2016
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2016
Student document publication meant for private circulation only. All rights reserved. Post Graduate Diploma in Visual Communication Design, 2014-16. Srishti Institute of Art, Design and Technology, Bangalore, India. No part of this document will be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means including photocopying, xerography, photography an videography recording without written permission from the publisher, Nayana Gupta and Srishti Institute of Art, Design and Technology. All illustrations and photographs in this document are Copyright 2014 - 2016 by respective people/organizations. Edited and Designed by: Nayana Gupta Email: nayanagupta.design@gmail.com Processed at: Srishti School of Art, Design and Technology Yelahanka, New Town Bangalore 560006 www.srishti.ac.in Printed digitally in Bangalore, India May 2016
“Lelo photo chaabi ki…. mere paas kaunsi daulat hai,
chupaane
ke liye”.
The Blind man at Majestic Bust Station. Underneath the blue signboard of 17 D, he asked, in a little more than his normal pitch, to whosoever may hear,
“Platform 20?”, “Platform 20?’. The red ended walking stick which he held, jutted forward in an angle against his straight posture. The 3:15 p.m. rush continued rushing and he stood there. “Platform 20?” Platform 20 was the other way. Across the moving buses and then a hundred steps and a hundred people away.
“Platform 20”. I said. I grabbed his covered wrist, dragged him in my most hurried and careful tug and he followed my momentum in a way that only those with no vision would be able to sense. People have an inertia that stops them from moving away from their path and/or speed especially if there is a force coming from other direction of which they have no idea if it’s greater or equal to their force. But it’s always greater. The sun beat down on my back as I navigated the man through the barrage of people with loud “excuse me’s”. “253 or 258 or 254.” Every time I let go of his wrist without saying anything, he stopped still instinctively and faced the direction of my voice. At platform 20, the conductors nodded to my inquiries of the route and I attempted to help the man up the metal bus but he resisted. “My friend coming.” “Oh.” I say and leave.
The atmosphere of an abandoned hospital, or an uninhabited area which was, at one point of time, thriving and alive with movement is quite like the disparity between light and shadow. One can exist only with the other but in the form of a secondary nature; that is to say, for the shadow to exist, there needs to be an obstruction of light, but the light, nevertheless, needs to
exist In a similar sense the slow decay and dissolution of an area has much to do with the imprints of the life left behind.
The sense of abandonment and
suspension
comes with the sense of existence and life. One as an aftermath of another, as if navigated by time.
ADP - VISUAL COMMUNICATION DESIGN SRISHTI INSTITUTE OF ART, DESIGN AND TECHNOLOGY 2014-2016