Season to paint..

Well the season of painting has started with new colors and themes in mind for the preparation of a festive celebration. This time with a rural ambiance a lot of pictures are popping up in vision like mud pots, huts, green and rich trees, village women with rustic decorations and cotton sarees with the smell of soil, paddy fields draping an invisible quilt of air to mature the crops with the sensitivity of prolific land,a broad clear skyline with stronger sunbeams in daylight and sea of  endless stars in the presence of a monopolistic, serendipitious moon. So much can be put on the canvas but so far now the stretched board has just been primed and surfaced to welcome all these colours. The white canvas looks so serene which has the depth of all intricacies and surface of all simplicity one can think of.

Canvas surface finish

The experience of priming the board is though not new but with helping hands it was quite a fun filled and evocative moment. The floors when have got stains and brushes, wet bristles the project has definitely been started that has to be completed in less than a moonth. I have to capture each and every stage till it gets finally hanged up in the goddess chamber. so here the journey begins,

Cotton thick cloth got stretched on wooden frame and primed using three coats of white Tractor Emulsion(primer). Quite a cheap one as compared to the preprimed ones that were used last year. Neways thinking of using acrylics with water medium.

Borderline

Starting with the border line, white canvas with red border reminds me of the ethnicity that lies in a simple white cotton saree with red border that can be wore by a granny, or a newly wed coy lady or a classical dancer but in every forms it looks glamorous and graceful. Albeit a colourful banded pattern will be embossed over red as a mark of beauty of folk art.

I have done some preliminary sketches to get the rural diorama but still have to think for the centre pieces. I want to do some sort of semi abstract art this time, have some in mind though, let's see how it comes up.

Borderline complete

With a bright borderline the painting has been defined. I like the pattern that I randomly drew and chose among few. The border has celebrating yellow color like a wall hanging at doors in villages generally during any wedding or festival. The mud pots have also started coloring themselves with a layer of clay.

Mud Pots glazed

The worst part of working with acrylics is that it keeps us sitting at stretch for so long that in a fear of it getting dried up and non mingling we turn totally fatigued. I had to colour the pots in a row at one time cause they needed a similar shade and stroke and it took nearly three and half hours without break in completeing them. However the dark background has put some bright effects but still I find something is missing that might be found in between the whole journey..;)

Background finish

After all the background is now complete giving an etnic structure to the painting. However tyre swing is left out along with pastel detailings of pots and tree. Cloud technique worked this time by sponging blot of whites with a dry brush. Herbal arms across the branches too got a nice tone on which big leaves with dull white veins are resting.

 Behind the window!!

Well eventually I have realized that until I splash the vivid colors of feminism and romanticism of nature on my canvas, it really seems little incomplete and dry. The eyes reflect the vastness of this universe with countless emotions floating in its water mesmerizing the beholders to look through them, the world it is seeing. The semi abstract touch with the elements of woman-ism: pure, pious and tender.The rustic lady with the mystic eyes stands alone in the midst of festivity and celebration drawing references from her own life.

Behind the window!!

The workmen, the folks, the village men at the time of celebration of arrival of Goddess become the ultimate messengers lost in fun and devotion. The rhythm of festival, the vibrations mark the beginning of pooja. With the paper hangings, folk instruments and group of artistic people the section called for the excitement of the festival. 

The celebration

The complete picture: The soul

The big picture-2

The second painting(The rhythm) was made in so hurry that I couldn't capture its stages. The lady who got a lot of fame was made in three hours on the final day just after returning from the office. Like an eager-beaver I started posting colors on her face. And it came out real nice with a tinge of simplicity and a comely shadow of feminism on her face. It took me three full days to complete the tree and the sky. Every leaf had to be reflected in its true color. Next came the magnificent royal peacock with heavenly feathers painted with the best set of colors. 'The Peacock blue' color that I always used to search while shopping for my wardrobe was here making a perfect combination with pale green(or spring green?) color having small surprises of red and blue feathers. It looks like the most ornamental pheasant that has accidentally walked into my canvas to enhance its beauty and stayed for a while to beautify all the elements who seemed waiting for its grand arrival. Let us have a look of the rhythmic canvas.

The coy visage

The complete picture: The rhythm

All hanged up

After taking their places they looked like having earned their rights of getting looked at and loved by a number of eyes. They seemed amazingly proud up there narrating the story of my one month companionship with them and the whole story of their evolution. Finally in the chamber of goddess they held me connected...

Now waiting for the next puja.......................................................................................

Talker again!!

The talker has arrived again. In the short period of time, the facile tongue has to exercise a lot. One more expectancy for a big hole in the invisibility is making me a bit taken away beforehand but the religious talker has again been called up. It has struck 1:45 AM already but feeling good to repeat the moments time and again. Again the same butterflies whose fluttering would blow out all the air inside me for few minutes before it would happen. But selecting nicest chime of words to array beautiful and forceful sentences gives a strong feedback.

Waiting for one more GO on tuesday. Will definitely revert back with the experiences.
I am ready..listening to bryan adams  'All I want is you'  :) ;).
Presentation went all well with lots of nodding and cheering faces. The whole week although was bumpy and hence feeling a bit light although the emotional turmoil is still at height. After every busy day, a line that I remind says,"  All that has passed holds your glory and all that has yet to come your story of being more glorified."
It's a pleasure to find pleased people around me, the only task remains next is to forget the encomium as soon as possible to revert back to my own sphere of invisibility.

My nasty shoes

I got a pair of new shoes,

Black sole with blue hairline.

In the darkest night, full of clouds

Like moon beams taking a ride.

 

That’s how I felt when I saw them first

Calm, serene, with power infinite.

I now agree that love is blind and deaf

Cause I couldn’t listen what was in the might.

 

I often look at them at rest

And they stare me back from down

Even when I am walking or talking

They stalk me like my own puppet clown.

 

I hear they murmur when I do not look

And turn quiet as soon as I do.

They are like tiny prattling lil’ ghosts,

Stuck in my feet, my nasty shoes.

 

When I say left, they go right

And whine like I did wrong.

They are like at the end of me

But have held my mind all so strong.

 

Once put off they lie like dead.

With all life gone, without any say

I hate myself for feeling for them

and dangling my legs back into the devil’s bay.

-- 

Poojadecoration

Collecting ideas for Durga Pooja theme decorations of projecting indian village in festive mood. I have framed some quite rural pictures in mind to daub on the canvas. Let us see how abstract and contemporary touch comes this time.
Will try painting on bamboo mats with acrylic I guess.

Whisperer

The Jungles: Whispering quietness...

 

Everafter

Just captured one story!! Sorry for the outmoded and the most common version of portrayal of a love story. I have just concentrated on the story in the captured snapshots more than the expression in the writing.
 

     

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Two friends happily together sharing the moments of friendship and joy with loads of fun.

They eventually fell in love and realised that all those happy moments were the signs that they need to be more than friends forever in the manner fate wants them to be.

 

The relationship however aspires for some sour and some sweet times where people involved get time to rewind the time where they madly loved each other. The references seem scarce and distances appear between the two making them feel the pain of not being together.

 

But the endurance is not powerful than the depth in the love they bore in their hearts. The faith they have, the trust they put into each other and the fear of losing the best friend they can ever have make them realise that love may ask for patience and  responsibility but all because to grow its magic.They talk, they remember, they bridge the gap that has no meaning in a life of happiness.

 

And feeling all the facets of love, creating even more surreal moments they  live again, happily everafter.

 

.....................................................................a common love story!!!!!!!!!

 

First Oil Paint

 

Well I am not much happy and satisfied with the first work trying this new medium. Through this I just learned how tactically it is required to blend the colours to put into one single picture that has to be already framed in mind. I think I got too excited having a new medium and brighter set of colours that I couldnt anticipate where the painting was going. Although what I like about this painting is the straight merged monochrome boxes that took me to 3 separate times after every dry-up.

 

The arms, shoulders and shoes of ballerina took up the colours very nicely, infact even the dress draped a little glamour with the blue and white tone. Flowers disappointed me cause they had to be milder and soft and tender which on the other hand ended up as wild ones. Still lots can be done to modify the mood of the picture. At least I am happy the main work is complete. The journey is more than one month old.

 

Outstretching my arm, I leap over and hover in the sky to look up for my dreams locked somewhere among the clouds over my head.

 Neways Just tried to edit the digital print by inverting the colours and found it a bit eclectic. Looks different and gives a clear idea where the lines and curves are straight and perfect. And defenitely flowers look far better here.!!! Her yellow ballet shoes are lovelyyyyyyyyyy!!!

 

My companions.

 

My office desk and cabin invites me every morning at 9:30 AM to get reserved and occupied for next 8 hours. My workplace is not much tempting to create an anxiety for daily projects and I have to sometimes create my own personal corner with some adjuncts to keep me at ease under the pile of files and tasks. Some little things that cheer me up at the times I skip my work attention. These charmers around I can say allow me bear the 8 hours of drudgery which definitely is turning me lesser of a fun receptor during the schedule. The round pumice stones held in my palms percolate the calmness into me through my skin and of course serve as my personalised paper weights. My lovely duos from the frame keep me inspired and motivated to love my job and deliver just what is required. They keep me connected to myself. The one hanging chain of the damsel, a reminder of some fortuitous delights in life that we often receive and love to treasure just because memories and moments could be frozen. The only memento of such an event as of now that I do have makes me feel still alive and full of feelings that give my heart a compensatory elixir. The pen stand that is always in a hope of a nice ink-filled pen and stationeries to justify its presence allegedly holds up all my chits containing some scribbles. Often all these get hidden behind the scattered papers and files all over my desk and give me an impression that like them I too get carried away by the diurnal reservations and the moment I clean up, I feel light and fresh. These are my companions beholding me as a keeper, instilling a tinge of faith to overcome all odds and recreating a diorama of my personal essence.

 

Can I say: Do not go, Please....

The injustice, the unfair surprises, the peevish destiny, the indelible memory, the mortal harassment, whatever one may call it but death remains unhampered, uninfluenced by the screams and deafening cries of all those who have lost their companions, families, relations. It makes us realize time and again just when everything in life goes smoothly that even when we do not want to think about it, it has the freedom to sweep anyone of us anytime, no matter what how much we are addicted to mortality.

Sometimes we hear or come to know about someone whom we just knew somewhere in the garden of yore and are actually not related, that he/she is no more.That feeling of restlessness towards an unattached person whose stories had no common chapters with that of mine indicates that the fear of loss is one of the greatest fears against which we do not have any weaponry to confront rather accept and then move on hiding it somewhere in the dark of our heart. It's like snatching the right of a person who might had to do many more and go far afield before having the final submission. The thought itself  makes us looking up for all our dearies without whom we cannot imagine our lives at all.

Death will not compromise, neither should life. Somethings cannot be changed like the uncertainties in life. Hearing the news of demise of someone who was as normal and hearty as we are today passes a heavy smoke down the spine that tomorrow or some day in unseen future ahead we might not be contributing to the energy this universe shares. Let it not call as a preparation for death but by not whining and not cringing for what we did or what we  not, we may start our preparation for a life. Being the custodian of our own life and respecting everything that comes along, let us try to overcome this fear.The strange human heart has the strongest fractals potent enough to absorb every vile event, drink every poison and still remain hopeful that tomorrow will be brighter. 

I wish I could feel the fragments of those lost in the clime, gone forever, whose faces will never appear again, whose fragrances still linger in the memory lanes of their dear ones and whose influences have brought changes.I wish all of us to have a great life and anytime if anything unpredictable happens to anyone just consider it as another sign of life that it is never alone,its end is glued to it.

Live happy.............

Just read somewhere:" Life asked death" why do people love me and hate you?"; Death replied," It's because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth."

I do not agree to the life part in this quote but still believe that yes life is beautiful and definitely death is painful.