Let us sneak into the trivia

I love to go through and sneak into each and every corner of my painting that are always treated and attended with the same and equal amount of affection attaching a new story with every one of them when seen alone. Just look into the different parts projected with different angles which got a chance to be presented solely with a completeness and a distinctive meaning in each of them and they are looking amazingggggg!!!!!!!

Diwali-2012

With an exuberant mood of festivity and fun the festival of lights, colors, happiness, togetherness passed excellently leaving behind life warming memories with family. The year has been too fast for me and every moment now ironically seems to be too slippery. Weaving present with golden threads of remembrance is the only thing that we have got as a keeper. Diwali has always been a day full of exhaustive cleaning, planning for having something nice and unusual in menu, creative art and crafts for hangings and lighting, painting of diyas(which look like an epitome of Indian culture: made of clay, with a depth to hold the oil that gradually burns to replace the darkness with an enlightenment and after getting painted looks like all dressed up to flaunt the rays of hope and gleam of happiness), carving of Rangoli on the floor just outside the door to welcome Goddess Laxmi to enter into the house that has made so many preparations for her, celebrating the joy of mythological event in all prosperous manners. 

This Diwali too was the best that competes every year with last year's Diwali and wins ever time cause every year the enthusiasm and celebration gets added up.

All in a row with the same motive: to sparkle

A colourful welcome

The sparkles of delight

Starting Off

The making of Rangoli

Now waiting for the next boom of next Diwali................

Perspective

Got to present two different perspective over a single line posing different thoughts in different minds.The idea is generated from a common line

A love-athiest person: There is no sunrise "so beautiful that is worth waking me up to see it."

A love- purged person: There is no sunrise " so beautiful that I see in the light of my lover's eyes."

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.