Search

Often I've seen fishermen yondering over the horizon, their boats floating and the oars swaying in air. I wonder whether their endless search ends into a journey of self exploration or the towering endless sky engulfing their mind  and souls numbs them.
This painting was done with reference to a beautiful photograph of Dipor Bil, Guwahati....just that I changed the mood of two fishermen....

Facades of a Face

I am confused because the thought with which I drew this makes me so. It happened when I came across one of my childhood friends after 25 long years. My joys turned into surprises and shocks when I found out the hidden grievances and jealousy yet a sense of love and affection at the same time woven under the same face.....Human nature?

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.