Be prepared, not to face your inner demons, but for one of the most average narratives to come from Anurag Kashyap’s oeuvre.
A petition may be a poem, and a poem may be a petition, but neither a poem nor a petition is the revolution.
Is art being created any more for art’s sake? Who or what can determine the price of a piece of art?
From mucky streets, to mucky railway platforms, to mucky office entrances, to mucky everything.
