Thursday, March 13, 2008


The Winter Jazz

[...inside the giant clock
sits his mother,
cigarette in hand
and unicorns in the eye;
she died sitting-
the mother of all winter stories...]

I did the artwork for this poem by Inam Hussain Mullick. Click on the picture if you wish to read the poem.


WHAT'S IN A NAME ? said...

looks a professional job. all ri8!

kingkartabyabimuhro said...

Ur "inklines" are no less than ur words. It's a "poem" in black and white.

littleblackstar said...

@what's in a name?:
Thanks! :)

return to the blogworld then? goodgood. :D

Riya Das said...

amazing work anurima !

(¯`•._.•[Raaji]•._.•´¯) said...

cool... you are pretty creative :-)
Cheers! :-)

The Mad Girl said...

something's terribly wrong with me.
first I read shutoutfromparadise as shoutfrom paradise now I read inklines and inkliness and wondered whatever that meant!
Im getting old.
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

chhobita je chomotkar aagei toh bolechhi.[:D] abar bolchhi.

Elendil said...

Fantastic! Lovely blog, and great drawing! :)

littleblackstar said...

@ all: thank you very much, get me a scanner plis people :( will upload more ink sketches!