so then..

Wednesday, 12 December 2007

for daddy

i am in.
but
still
collecting.
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Milann Tress John
Mumbai, India
is most expressive in moving images.

The projectile path started with charcoal sketches, and since, has crossed through film, form study, illustrated stories, installations and on to music.

Patterns come easy. She uses this space to juggle ideas and images out into words.
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An engineer. A filmmaker from the National Institute of Design, India.
I'm mostly a pattern maker, saving to buy a horse.
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