if you don't like the pun, go read another blog ^__^

so far, so good. both khoj and delhi have been kind and exciting.

my preoccupations since i've arrived: reading, researching and the mall next door. but more about that - the mall, that is - later.

during my two months here, my big task is to work on and polish a proposal that will be realised by way of an exhibition, which will hopefully occur sometime in january 2011.

but there are things to be done along the way. and this includes three presentations of varied nature. not sure if the capital is inclined to 3 presentations from a humble bombaywala in a matter of 2 months. but they have leetle choice in that regard. 

the first of my presentations is done with.

work in progress: dialogues on curation was hosted by the foundation for indian contemporary art, aka fica, at their reading room. and conceived in collaboration with natasha ginwala.  

of course, it had to rain heavy - by dilli standards - on that same morning.

we just about made it in time to catch the end bits of danila cahen's friendly enemies, 2009. having missed most of the documentary that opened the day's proceedings, i can't write very much about it but one thing i found most irksome. 

at some point in the documentary a chappie - possibly an artist - stuck his face into the camera and insisted half-agitatedly that curators are caretakers. if im not wrong, i think, he repeated it thrice.

got it already, i thought and rolled my eyes.

i don't know if you're with me on this but caretaker just sounds wrong.

it makes me feel as though i'm a maali. 

now, don't get me wrong. gardening is indeed a very noble profession. be that as it may, if i had wanted to be a maali i would just be one. i wouldn't see the point in beating behind the bush. *if you don't like the pun, go read another blog  ^__^*