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Sunday, December 25, 2011
Morning Light
Labels:
60cmx45cm,
Acrylic on canvas,
SOLD
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
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..
Monday, December 12, 2011
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".
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
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..
Labels:
60cmx45cm,
Acrylic on canvas,
SOLD
Monday, November 7, 2011
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?
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
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.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Gardener...
Our tireless gardener fascinated my parents more than he did to me at first. Then I noticed his everyday blue shirt and a cap with an oversized shade and the black three-fourth...pink plastic sandals to add to these. The wrinkles on his face and creases of his shirt hardly matched the sturdiness of his hands though....Our fondly called 'Malimama' was not a bad start for a life study and that to a difficult one and I thought of giving it a go.
Labels:
28cmx38cm,
Water color on paper
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Monday, August 1, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
DUALITY
Abstract is a field where there is a very thin line between a matured subject and a childish love for colour splashes. I started this on request....chose the subject but was unsure of its outcome.
Duality exists in every individual...in every relationship. A teenage daughter is still vulnerable but thinks and enacts as an independent and determined individual often countered by the mother. Probably...mother too is still vulnerable and tries to protect the daughter more than required. There is a clash of personality, of sensuality too.......
Duality exists in every individual...in every relationship. A teenage daughter is still vulnerable but thinks and enacts as an independent and determined individual often countered by the mother. Probably...mother too is still vulnerable and tries to protect the daughter more than required. There is a clash of personality, of sensuality too.......
Friday, March 4, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Mist
I came across this valley in my dream? An abandoned shack torn by snowy wind standing amongst the mist...mysterious and haunted. The valley behind covered with thick fog and the conifers standing tall like sentinels...oof...seems I'm getting too poetic. Painting this picture in watercolor was a tedious job..I tried repeatedly to come up with this. Hats off to the photographer whose picture I referred to...
Monday, January 31, 2011
Seascape3
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Seascape 2
I saw this lone fisherman in the wee hours at a deserted beach in Alibaug. With a burning ghat in the vicinity of the beach, every grain of sand reminded of some departed soul, but, he seemed oblivious or probably was too used to and at ease. His sporty look and efficient manner of braving the waves caught my fascination.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Seascape
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