The Lost Identity?

When my young maid lost her  estranged husband, I wondered how she'd react to the situation. Her first thought was how she's going to appear before us leaving all her fineries, which she is too fond of. The question that loomed large in my head was why does she have to bear the symbols of widowhood for a man who had never been there for her in life.....I dreaded to face her....is this what's in store for a woman in a world taking pride for all kinds of achievements and developments? What prevails...is...hypocricy..

MUSINGS

The artworld lost another of its eminent personality....MARIO MIRANDA, the great cartoonist. As a child I almost believed that Khushwant Singh indeed resided in a bulb...courtesy Mario Miranda. I could identify his cartoons even before I could recognise my own signature. Loved his Ms. Nimboopani or his voluptuous secretary always zapping her male bosses with her one-liners. May your soul rest in peace the great artist...as Bachi Karkaria said..."keep the angels smiling".

Dhumravarna Ganesha

Another abstract Ganesha done quickly on canvas with acrylic...wanted the brush stokes be visible.

That Lambadi Woman

The elaborate and ornate attire and jewelleries of a banjaran woman is ever fascinating to me. Besides, its a challenge to hold your patience until the last chain or drop. While painting the earlier one I mostly used my own imagination to create the designs for the ornaments...but this time I thought a little research will be of no harm....loved painting her tatoos..

Musings

                    Off late, unprecedented events and worldly tasks are simply keeping me away from my set of colours and canvases. Besides, I'm not being able to decide the posture of the Banjaran I wish to paint...countless sketches and a rough work yielded to nothing I can settle to. Am I too distracted?

Of Leaves and whorls

The three dimensional whorls in a photograph attracted me and I gave it a go...it was tough to achieve the required effect but it was fun. Must say, the picture amazed me as I've never before seen such a complicated leaf whorl...:)

The Idol Maker

When I was a little girl, a man came to stay with us..he was a 'potua', the idol maker. His work was so fascinating and mesmerising that till date whenever I see any clay idol, it reminds me of him.... When I came across a photograph of a potua painting a Durga idol...I thought this would be the best tribute I can give a person from whom I've learnt most of the color mixing...I don't know of his whereabouts but this is for him....'Palmamu'...I would fondly call him.