Sunday, February 7, 2016

...Stranger than Fiction

“It’s not everyday that the world arranges itself into fiction."

I just heard it from a Prologue to the movie 'Humans of Someone'...and that is something extraordinarily beautiful!

I totally agree with the saying that Truth is stranger than Fiction...
I have always found that to be true!!!

So many characters, so many people...that many tales...often a bewilderment to our 'confined' imagination! One could end up feeling awestruck! Sometimes heard, sometimes unheard; untold tales... all wrapped up within (for your eyes and ears only! - for your senses alone!)...there's so much beauty to it and at times unflinching pain to journey along.

Our art sometimes takes such a path sometimes takes an unruly path...decides to bewilder our senses...shock us into existence, sometimes into the dark and deep alley where our secrets are buried even without our own knowledge and then BANG...they spring at us! (like those prey-waiting cunning creatures!)...they gaily display their pride possessions so gorgeously; often disoriented in a careful-careless then sees the panoramic view of what was once buried deep inside which is now open to the whole wide world to 'See' and interpret!

I have been busy doing just that...Finally I received confirmation letter from the Akademi for our group show which is to happen next month in Durbar Hall. I am in labour and have been labouring not without excitement and agony at the same time! Finally my children will be there for everyone to see and 'interpret'...But then it's as they say I have done my part, I will leave it to the world and then rest! I am thankful for I am evolving with each new painting and each new day...learning umpteen things from the Master Craftsman...called Life (and God) in one!

Right now I can't post pictures of those paintings here...

But I am leaving you with a few paintings I did from Wyanne's online class...She's a GEM!!!



Create a whole new world
Inhabit in it!
Roam around, 
Search for appeasing souls
Awe the self...
Awe the world...
Follow your heart
Form a Tribe!
Create, create again...
A Paradise...
Washed ashore by the hand Divine
For we are just the mediums
Through which Divinity flows!


If you would like to watch the Prologue to the 'Humans of Someone' here.

One of my seniors from school, a famed and gorgeous danseuse - Methil Devika, has breathed life into a character in the, eagerly waiting for the movie itself.

Linking the post to the gorgeous tribe, PPF...

Friday, January 22, 2016

In Dreams Flourish...

Some days are such that you don't know where to start from...what to write exactly while there are thousands of things sounding, drumming inside would like to quieten it but then that doesn't happen!!! On one such day (perhaps many days...) you end up writing and writing many stuff, unrelated stuff in your MS Word...coz it's easy that read and reread at times, coherent-incoherent thoughts (to self!)...vague dreams...dreams that are so crystal clear, turns out to be vague once you are fully awake and yet in your drift into it again, relive it again, try to capture it...and then you would want to create it...create it with paints and brushes...but dreams-imagination always has the upper hand...never is your work alike to the grandeur of the one you dreamt! It is frustrating! 

But this said, it is in the imagination we flourish the most! Anything and everything can happen in that realm...none to question you, none to judge you, none to provoke or sideline you...none at all...for anything! You are the King/Queen! You are the Hero/Heroine! You own the world and that whole world is what you adorn with...

For me dreams and imagination/fantasy are one and the same. I dream my imagination and I imagine my dreams!

In Dreams Flourish...
Pigment Pens

I fluttered wingless
To escape to a world of unicorns
To see and feel the magic
Where winged horses fly you
To wonderlands

I fluttered wingless
Searching for those scented breeze
The golden rays and the cold air
Drifting among sensuous swans
Bidding au revoir to throbbing lands

I fluttered wingless
Searching for lands and spaces
Twisting and turning mysterious Snow-robed peaks, 
Of heard stories and unseen mystics
Shambala, a Godly Avenue
From where invitations are never sent forth

I fluttered wingless
Where stars shine, while the fullness
Of the white light mesmerizes me
Where each particle shines
Leaving you with phenomenal awe…
Humbles you to the core!

I fluttered wingless
For your absolute embrace – O Divine!
To be by Your side, paint the world
With jubilant hues and shades of my own
Where we thrive and prosper!

Written in 2014 (on one such day! :) )

Linking the post to PPF! Hop over to see all the amazing art there...

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