AK ART

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Artist Statement

The Far From Exhibition represents my views on police brutality. My work is created using mainly found material that was either discarded or rendered useless to somebody. The main goal for this exhibition was to highlight the reality of non-white bodies through wax drip, wood, sharpie and metal. 

aBOUT THE ARTIST

 

Ashok Kaul (AK) was born in Mumbai, India and raised In New York City. He found his love for building at the age of seven, creating sculptures out of old phones, laptops and keyboards from parts his dad gave him. Throughout his adolescence, AK experimented with different mediums. After taking courses at the Art Students League, he worked  with pastel, ink and paint. During his junior year of high school, AK lived in Kolkata, India for 6 months where he enrolled at the Birla Academy of Kolkata. There he went from drawing landscapes around the city to exploring different techniques with wire and jute. AK fell back into studio art at Hampshire College. By his second year he had directed his sculptures and drawings towards politics and nature. AK continues to explore more with plaster, wood & wax and is directing his focus towards police brutality in The United States for his Div3  project at Hampshire College.

Art Barn / Hampshire College

STANCE

Marigold

Staring down at grades 

Watching tops of trains roll

Careful when it's raining we might slip away

Wasted away on some precious hours 

Over temporary things 

Fade away like cowards 

And we all gonna die like a pluck flower 

Not tryina sit round till my last hour 

Tryina be outside 

Just like some wild flowers

Rather stare at stars then wait for happy hour

Rather travel interstates than have a second crib 

Rather migrate than just to stay in one space

Rather vanish with no trace

Escape the madness of today

I can’t

Lyrics

Nowhere

Looking back Gold ash tray clips stacked 

Reminiscing real shit from days back

Youth copping, money motivated no stopping us 

Move to move like we bar hopping, subway car rocking 

Tunnel vision blame it on my eye sockets

Locked in a vibe, trapped in bad trip, But you can’t tell cus it’s a good trick

You catch me when my mood drifts, sometimes at night I do slip

But we only human? 

Flood gates to clogged drains, long white walled hallways 

On the corner of nova and cane head rush unclogging my brain 

I worry that you holding secrets deep as bottles with no bottoms

And your soul is sinking

Like adrenaline when I press the gas an 

Fuck the trinkets, mind yah business 

Because yah lies just did it And my vibes can sense it 

It’s chilling in my city low-key with my moves cho- choo one train attitude 

Uptown at two, only few round at two 

Hit my homie line, ride around till two 

Grinding till the sun comes up 

Cuffed to stuck, stuck to dust

 So I work to space

Late night thoughts always race 

High beams on highways

Dark city vibe to nowhere 


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