Ravi Shankar is a postmodern flâneur. He wanders the world’s real and fictional gridded cities (or perhaps his astral body swoops high above them) and reports back. 

Previous
Previous

Ravi Shankar’s Seamless Matter, when read as a whole, becomes nothing less than a praise song of our shared physicality, and of existence known, as it must be, under the scepter of time.

Next
Next

It’s the language itself that does the trick—Shankar has a marvelous way of getting sound and phrasing to say both something and themselves.