Everything that I express here is true. I enjoy writing only when an idea gnaws inside of me to the extent that it has to be spitted out, just like Karadi tales’s book – The story and song. Painting walls has been my dream ever since I was a child. My parents always lived in a rented house and so it was impossible. Without my parents’ knowledge I must say…
Life is chaotic, sometimes more than we would like it to be. Last night I dreamt of two peacocks sitting rather shyly or should I say sadly on my open window. They were both different in size and adored different coloured feathers. These birds were sitting fairly close to me. I extended my fingers to feel their soft features, they only nudged closer to me as if they needed some…
I decribed it this way to a friend – ‘It is like having Benedict Cumberbatch in front of you and being tied to the wall two feet away from him’ Any chore that kept me from my painting felt unimportant. It is a romance, between me and the painting taking shape, slowly growing into this glamourous body of work that has a magnatic power. It is, literally, ’50 shades’ on…
Of all the silhouettes, there are some that I cant take my mind off. Buddha tops that list after the mighty Nataraja. After him comes shore temple and the camel in a desert in Rajasthan. This was an order from Bombay, I had a free hand to represent the buddha however I wanted. These are the orders that I live for. I completely enjoyed the journey! The relief is…
An old canvas lay dusty and brown on my desk, half done with a grey crescent, painted ages ago, never stirred inspiration enough to finish, caught my eye a few days ago. Blues and purples and pinks splashed in my mind and the coolness of the moon somehow sent a sense of peace down my spine. …Wait a minute – the moon is not quiet, it is expressive and beautifully…
Jamini Roy’s animal depictions are one of a kind. His strokes are definite and fierce; and albeit wild, his animals show so much tenderness and care. Their large eyes not only reach out to their infants but also to us viewers. It showcases how Indian culture all animals were given a place of love and respect, when culture still existed in this country, until it was ripped apart by all…
Is it the love of Kamadhenu, or the benevolent Nandini, her daughter, who Dileepa served before he fathered his children? Or is it Nandi, the bull that awaits his entry, sitting straight with wrapt attention on the Ishwara, who is about to call him in any minute? After all, he is the most dedicated one, the likes of which receive the honour of Shiva’s unconditional benevolence? Or is it just…
I painted this last night using water colours. The snake walk with Steffi and Fayaz of Madras Crocodile Bank Trust and students of class 7- Abacus Montessori School, left me in wonder. It was an experience that I would love to share. Snakes are fascinating creatures, they slither about at the speed of light, in the thick jungles of the western ghats and a few common ones are even seen…
I have two sons and as is always, poles apart. While the older one poses pertinent problems with design and gives very interesting insight for improvement of my projects, the younger one is sharp enough to ape his brother just to get some brownie points from me. I have my own doubts about his interest in art. I cant say it doesn’t exist because he has a pretty steady hand himself,…
My little cocoon consists of my family – my husband and two little boys. Fulfilling my primary duties of taking care of them and the house was consuming my days. One of those days I heard my inner voice and obeyed. I picked up my charcoal once again. That’s when I realised how much art could give me. It helped bring me spring back to life, I woke up the…
