The First Catch....

It was there in that houseboat in the backwaters that I realised how near was the horizon, how colored was the sky and how lonely and helpless man is in God's world. This lone man who came for an early morning catch at the breaking of dawn had to be (dis)satisfied with the catch he couldn't catch....and we, the happier of the lot went to see far beyond him and enjoyed the colors playing with the grey clouds in the horizon...irony? Probably or maybe Life......

                 

Morning Light

After all those difficult portraits, I thought of relaxing and refreshing myself with a landscape....what's more refreshing than to see the morning sun fall on mountains and greens around...I hope you all get refreshed too....MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL....HAVE THE BEST LIFE AHEAD...

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?