Elephant people. Elephant, people. Elephant! People!

Took the Sunday off, bunked Mishal’s cousin’s wedding, and went analog. This is the first impression from the (now completely) restored letterpress. The person helping me with reassembly has been standing me up, figuratively, for the last two months. I decided, then, to take the matter (I know) into my own hands, set it, and re-install the old and worn ink rollers and get to print. The first run is nothing short of a minor disaster. Now I know why type-designers set ‘Handgloves’ to check if they are still sane. Does this mean I am getting clued into why things are the way they are? That we shall overcome? Overkill? That one day, a giant rubberball will fall from the sky and wo/men will start playing volleyball and the beach sand will write sentences by itself? The impression needs to be calibrated, ink mixed well, registration figured out, type put back into the drawer in some order (if anybody has a diagram for sorting Malayalam type, this is your chance to email me an attachment) and new ink rollers installed. Layers of black ink, dating back to when Gutenberg first encountered a galley, unwashed on the rollers, have got an autobiography deal from Penguin already. We will cross those bridges when there is too much water in the river.

Like the bumper sticker says, I am an ‘offroad vehicle, don’t follow’ till then.

Spotty, the lens is.

After our first (ever) all-nighter at KL11, the first (ever) project is leaving for the printer’s. Happy that it is a publication, and that the client let us choose Klim’s Tiempos to set it in. Also, yellow!

We work on a maximum of two projects at once, in addition to the numerous personal ones. (All projects are, but personal makes us feel better, than saying self-funded.) This is often not by choice, since we are not exactly flooded with exciting/ethically-aligned-to-our-beliefs briefs every Monday, in the tier four-five-six town we are in. But when one comes along, we can hardly contain the jujitsunamikonomics.

Sneak-peek from a massive publication project we are working on at KL11. (Follow us, @KL11IN, for updates.)

Kalyani looks on, as I prepare flowers for a shoot on Onam eve.

Onasamsakal everyone!

Symbol proposals for the Kerala Government’s annual Farmers’ Day celebrations. Multiple clichés wrapped in stereotypes wrapped in coconut leaves wrapped in redtape. Symbol proposals for the Kerala Government’s annual Farmers’ Day celebrations. Multiple clichés wrapped in stereotypes wrapped in coconut leaves wrapped in redtape.

Symbol proposals for the Kerala Government’s annual Farmers’ Day celebrations. Multiple clichés wrapped in stereotypes wrapped in coconut leaves wrapped in redtape.

I’m going to have to rechristen the cat Upp-er-case or Catlon. He likes sleeping on type drawers. I’m going to have to rechristen the cat Upp-er-case or Catlon. He likes sleeping on type drawers. I’m going to have to rechristen the cat Upp-er-case or Catlon. He likes sleeping on type drawers.

I’m going to have to rechristen the cat Upp-er-case or Catlon. He likes sleeping on type drawers.

Author P Surendran. In conversation with, and photographed for, the nice people of Vidyarangam earlier this month. Author P Surendran. In conversation with, and photographed for, the nice people of Vidyarangam earlier this month.

Author P Surendran. In conversation with, and photographed for, the nice people of Vidyarangam earlier this month.