you! (cancer cause)

You are just the same "beautiful you" that you used to be and not "that girl who has cancer" because simply, you *had it*. understand the intensity of tense here.  you did it. you just did it. you are strength personified!

illuminated (cancer cause)

In the land of your own. a land of smiles illuminated by an infinite bestowal of divine grace, actuated by the desire to survive. you are blessed to test your strength(way more than the rest) and prove victorious! you are blessed. truly. you proved yourself powerful and determined. you are blessed to smile so majestically. with the shower of blessing up on you, absorb the cascading cornucopia of blessings on all the thoughts, feelings, actions and reactions. stay blessed! 

self source (cancer cause)

Drink from the center of your heart. Reclaim the purity of continuous communion to erase all the darkened stains on the fabric of pristine self. your heart, the center of it, will never betray, you see, you yourself are the proof of same. nothing external, just you, you are the source yourself. so now when you survive, seek for nothing else, just the bliss... from within. 

of being alive...

With the wisdom of words they might have tried to understand you, label you. But this has been only moderately successful of that I am sure. covering the sheet so confidently she sits in green of calm and fertile energies with highlights of serendipity and vibrant energies of bright orange. All that you say are not merely words but rather breath of your being. Light will not erase you. Dark cannot hide you. So choose perfectly for in the end what we regret is not the things done wrong, rather the right things done for the wrong. Open your mind to my song. 


mixed medium on paper
size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms
cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

inside out

relaxing muscles and every inch. beauty is not attained. and if so, its not beauty! relax. lay back. stretch your arms and love yourself. hard? close your eyes and let the patterns out. those sharp turns, smooth curves, bold underscores, minute hyphens. There are patterns. allot of them, and together they result into what they call "personality". let them breath. feel it, enjoy the presence of it. after all, its not man made, its what makes a man.   

ink on paper
size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms
cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

crazy crayons

Fall. Fall down from the daily life into the darker side of you. Inside the body of your own. The frame of black is to hide your inner self, the vulnerable and pure self. It gives you strength and power to hold onto what you decide and thought. Don’t hate anybit of what you see. Explore the green in you. Feel the pituitary stimulant green and sedating blue rush into each other. Soiled in the base, smudged here and there to bring out moods and metabolism. Its crayons and each stroke is visible just as much as each movement is important. Look into her eyes and feel what she does. 

stir your soul. face the beast in you. blue no longer calms, it is indicating suspicions. black is dark. darker than death. eyes are strong and rigid. face her if you can. stare her only if you can handle her aura. with power theses colors are moved and power they do deliver. she has spirit in her eyes. she has secrets in her lips. she doesn't have concrete structure to limit her. she is embossing herself, up! higher. she rises. you better beware. 

size of the art without the border and frame: 30/42 cms

cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

I give you RED

The base chakra is situated at the base of your spine and it relates to color red. Biologically, red energies help you kidney and bladder and on a psycho-spiritual level, this stimulates self awareness, sexuality and liberation. red is the color of fire element. it gives courage.i painted red in a spectrum with a purpose of balance and with such angles so that it spreads its energies in all directions. feel the contracted muscles relax in your body. feel the circulation rate increase. close your eyes like her and absorb what she is giving. the push of force, ambition, lust, the energies, the vitality and all that you needed...

mixed medium on paper

size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms

cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

bold

I'm the one who knows the dance

I'm the one who's got the prance
I'm the one who tells you what to do
You're the one, you're the one if I let you.

mixed medium on paper
size of the art without the border and frame: 30/42 cms
cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

highlights

When you decide… for your own self, it actually is YOU who decide.  Everything else that tried to manipulate you, occupy you, influence you, mold you, fragment you is all left behind and merge into the background and disappear. You stand out for yourself and what actually makes you makes you. You are your highlight.

mixed medium on paper
size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms
cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

Born by chance

My best friend is blessed with a brother :P [oops, 2 years ago] i don't like kids actually but they make me think.... Allot! this is what i wrote at her place when i saw him fighting with his mother for wanting to wear pants and not nickers.

Born by chance!

A little incomplete in manufacturing, lack of detailing, no logic no reasoning department, absolute senselessness and comparatively too small; A child is born! Too much of confusion… in and out. “In” that little bulky flesh, the motors and muscles have just realized that they have to work on their own now, and the testing begins… finger, hands, head, lips, tear glands, saliva ducts, legs, feet etc begin their trial sessions. And sudden jam results into those jerks. “Outside” are excitements, nervousness, extra careful behavior and endless attempts to try and understand what he really wants.

That little thing gets exposed. To the wide spectrum of light. To the various shades of bright. To uncountable hues and colors and to the vast energies around. To what touch feels like, to what movement looks like. To what vibrations sound like, to what wind hits like. And everything else that constitutes this planet, or let’s just say the rooms because that probably is equivalent. For first few months you actually are speechless (Pun intended). I have seen how your eyes get wide as if wanting to fit in everything at once. How unconsciously you take double deep breath trying to balance. How you make efforts and how revelatory is “birth”. Every moment is an adventure. Every existence is surprise. Every inch is beautiful. Every particle has life. Sleep whenever, eat wherever. Want something? Just cry. It’s “their” responsibility to understand and act accordingly. You, listen to the sound of everything, see how many different shapes subsist. How volume play. Wonder on vibes. Play with the feelings your sense organs give you. You see, you feel and then you forget and this is how every moment is as amazing as it is supposed to be. Look outside, see inside. Keep staring at anything and stay amused. And then comes the urge to participate. Become a part of commotions, act and react. Ultimate joy is when body comes in sync with the brain and you don’t aimlessly try to throw everybody part in distinct directions. Hand moves when you want to hold something and legs respond when you want to get somewhere. And you make an effort of trying to be a human being. Learn the language we speak, the manners we adopt, dresses we put, make-up we apply, cars we drive and other countless objectives.

Had you spent some more time with those angels out there, they would have made you impregnable for a longer period of time. They would have given you more immunity to fight logic and “growing up syndrome”. When you begin to understand, you lose it all. I would say being stupid is a blessing. Ignorance is bliss.  You should have come more prepared. And yet again, another one is born by chance.

out standing

Red is bright. red the light, red the flight. blood, action, life, movement, vibrant, dangerous is red. And orange? loves to play. stimulate and tickles. combination is the swirl of energy, hard for everyone to handle. the smile that doesn't want to rest. these eyes transfers that into you. spin with the shades and strike a pose. DON'T TRY TO FIT IN, YOU ARE MADE TO STAND OUT!

mixed medium on paper
size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms
cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

simply you

the sweet sound of  your laughter, your quick paced witty remarks, how your eyes twinkle in starlight. the length of your smile, sweet lullaby, the natural hymn, beautiful hums. so down to earth, protected in stunning crust. how you hold and mold. how you pause and stare. no makeup, yet so colorful. colored with shades of purity and simplicity. handcrafted by god's own hands. 

mixed medium on paper

size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms

cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

More than impression.

Sensation is discovered and sight becomes an Adventure.

What could be more confident than bright red. a piece full of femininity and power. washed shade of sea green balances the attributes. smooth curves in the body showcase the flexibility and sharp features shows confidence. a perfect combination of both these aspects is advertised here and the energies seem to be directly injected into the viewer through these full-of-life eyes. you feel the power, you feel the authority. you get energized. more wind like, free and substantial. 

 First impression, yes. But with a last look like this, nothing else lasts! Its just You!

mixed medium on paper

size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms

cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

Achieve

Dance! Dance the furry of the stage again. dance away the night, dance away the freight, dance away the fears, dance away the pain. Dance away all negativity and get occupied by the energies my painting has to offer. dream of dance and journey to the crown. dance that dark away. Set a stage, open your heart and you are all safe. dance in the moon light, dance in the sunshine. In the realm where your secrets are safe. dance in the twilight, dance in the dawn. Reach for the crown. these bright dominating colors inspires you and fills your veins with all the energies. blue fine jewelry inspires you for perfection. Sharp features reminds you that you are young. hands showcase balance and eyes far sighted are ambitious. Float like these colors do.  Achieve that crown! 

     

mixed medium on paper
size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms
cost: 3,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

Turning point

Florescent shades rest in smudged charcoal darkness. outside its dark. charcoal rubbed, smudged, grubbed. and when the door opens, beautiful combination of bright shades turn to see life. a little surprises, a little scared. a little nervous and a little reluctant. with expressions and colors spread and manages like this, you feel the power of now, realize importance of taking a stance. avoid delay and become spontaneous. This is the time, the crucial time. from here, some people refuse and turn their heads to the former direction, into the darkness yet again. and some, change their direction of finding way. when they turn to the light, they don't turn back. they get up, chase the light and get the hell out of there.

mixed medium on paper
size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms
cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

the Thing

Wind blows, things move. get destroyed, change shape, change place. but she stays still. her eyes are rigid, they are firm. her hair is blown, her jewelry struggles but she, she stays. her eyes are constant. she has a lot to say but she wont complain. She wont go. she came all dresses up with finest ornaments, lip color  kohl, lashes and everything else impressive. And whenever she will, she will take that along, the thing she is waiting for. not until then!! 

mixed medium on paper

size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms

cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

Enjoy

cool breeze, wet wind, singing sky, dancing trees, lightening adding the disco effect. They shut their windows and doors, doesn't matter, it doesn't give a 'less witnessed' feel. not enough layers in the atmosphere to tell the 'heights of limits'. these seasons are not due to our studies. it is never sufficient to be studied. Failing meteorological experts, it finds its way to enjoy, break free and take a stroll around this land of its own. its like, something, after a long time has come to greet earth. and together, they are enjoying each other's company, making a perfect symphony. It breaths the existence. comes to life, brings life. this reunion brings something very hard to describe. i don't even know what "it" here is. Its not the storm, not the wind. not the clapping leaves or somersaulting washed bed sheets. maybe its the sound of all that combined, or the vibes of the furrows or the turns. cant say, but with my arms stretched wide, struggling with balance on this seemingly sediment ground, i say.... WHATEVER YOU ARE, I'M ENJOYING ALONG.   

mixed medium on paper

size without the border and frame: 30/42 cms

cost: 2,000 INR (excluding shipping charges) 

metro

metro

The words that make stories are always illustrated in eloquent fashion. But here, there is no story telling. This is just me sitting on the floor and on my mobile notepad, writing what I see. Things that knowingly or unknowingly just further some petty agenda to create complicated scenarios. Diversely creative in origin are the ideas that get lost in gossip. Still, there is this great bit of admiration to be held for the people that just stand shivering out metaphors and painted analogies to another. I swap my card in hurry, hold the hand grill and push my way up as I refuse to wait in the crowd dragging their feet centimeter by centimeter to hop the escalators. Reach the platform, check the time remaining and go stand at the spot where the doors open. I see the yellow light. I see it coming. It stops. I check my reflection in the door glass and it opens, I barge in. The door shuts. I relax with a long inhale and see what I am surrounded with. People. The dribbling nonsense society spews, who feed into the ridiculous nonsense! Making me wonder when they lost it?   I believe in hate at first sight. I remember not to hurt feelings. Anyways, I am too busy to do that. I am too occupied to any other thing. Other than what I am going to tell you. Each day, any hour I find myself surrounded and packed with people I don’t know. Yet, they are all so familiar. So known to me. Because I travel with them every day. Not to confuse it further, they are categorized.  Broad categories. I am sure as you go by reading what I have written here, you would be amazed that “you” travel with exactly the same lot as “I” do. The moment you enter, the first thing you notice is EVERYBODY noticing you. Like what you are wearing is a sure shot question in an upcoming IQ test. And then there are some who doesn’t miss a single station to examine who all entered and wearing what, head to toe. Among them are further 2 categories. One looking from head to toe, curls up their eyebrows, wrinkles their forehead, stretch their lips  to one side and either say to the one sitting next to them or to themselves, “omg, what is she wearing!”. And the other, looks from toe to head, eyes wide open, trying hard to hide the excitement and wondering to themselves, “omg, what is she wearing!”.  There are those young girls dressed up in bright neon combinations, most commonly yellow and red. Taking care so much of their fixed textured hair that their turning around in reflex action would also be so much in slow motion. More than the breaths they take are the number of times their hands goes to check weather their hair still is intact. Matching shoes, matching clips, matching nail paint, matching bag, matching this and that. And there is no train which does not have a newlywed bride.  I don’t actually know what ‘newlywed’ literally means because this phase lasts like forever, I am just classifying them (women of all age groups, trust me it varies or let’s say ‘seemingly’) on the basis that they wear chooda and wears all kind of make-up they could adjust on their dressing table AT ONCE. The junior girls with or without their uniforms sharing loudly how extremely fun, extremely daring, extremely smart, extremely outrageous, extremely bold, extremely out spoken they are. Let me just tell you, anyone younger is too junior, anyone elder than me is too old. There are also those from village or other rural sort of place, those who attempts 50 times to get on the escalators before opting the stairs. Pushing people backward and making their way forward and stretching the neck so that their face is visible, out of the crowd and tells, which station to get down at. or, just say aloud that this is the station we have go get down, he has done his job of telling, being alert is the job of the other and act according to the voice they recognize. Or if alone, talk on the phone like the same wave length has to last all the way from earth to the sate-light and then back to earth to the other person holding the phone at that end and talking to them. Head up and maximum volume.  But the good delight is to see those old Ladies when receive calls to inquire about what station they have reached, looks around in every direction, up and down, in and out to know the answer. The glow or the pride that she still is in command, or satisfaction, or the blush of satisfaction on their face is SO brightening that it speaks volumes. They have someone to take care of them, take them along and worry about them. They feel good and it is so damn visible.  Interchange station. Very typical it is, if you see a lot that looks like who just got up from a sound sleep, sort of swollen faces is probably coming from the yellow line. Very image conscious, dresses and particular, well ironed lot is either heading towards or coming from the violet line. Rajiv chowk is a place where people go in all directions. Hit you with their luggage, push their way, sitting at the corner and waiting for their company, roaming around and reading posters and etc etc etc… Half of India’s population is probably standing at the women compartment joint.  A little beyond would defiantly be that one person who would be talking about the current political and economical situations.  Trying to display ALL that he knows at one go. And if someone, maybe the company only (who is most of the time even a dumber case, but there are exception at times, talking of those exceptions) participates, the former is baffled because that entire he knew, he has already said. So what he cleverly does is, slightly nods in agreement and changes the topic to some other political aspects. Just for the sake of saying it, it is supposed to be a conversation between 2 or 3. But the entire compartment is a forced witness of their so called wits and intellectuals.  At the same time their stand a guy in barmudas, crock, and earphones tangled around the neck that increases the volume of the song he is listening to and plays hypothetical instruments. Swollen eyes look up and then forcefully the head bows down into the book of some entrance exams probably weighing 5 kgs in the laps of the other guy/ guys. Who moves his torso to and fro as he reads as if making space inside the body to fit in those long sentences and complicated vocabulary. Eyes again cheat and peep a view and then again forced to limit the view. The other thing that I fail to understand is  how does stretching your legs wide apart, hands from east end to the west end and not giving any sort of respect be it elders, or ladies gives someone the “most macho feeling”… I mean come on, who doesn’t know that what you have on your head is some stupid over sticky oil and not gel (as you believe we think), these chains in your neck have rust, these shoes are supposed to be worn in winters and we probably got that you don’t have a chewing gum in your mouth so stop pretending. If the metro is crowded, the kids would endlessly cry. If there is enough space, they would take it all.  Some people randomly make friends. As randomly as, “oh! T-pain? I love his songs too”, or “I too had that phone”, or “ lemme help you with that bag” or whatever… some, share a cunning look, emit such strong negative vibes on a issue as small as not shifting or adjusting to fit in an extra body.  But nothing lasts. They forget who they hated yesterday and whom did they admire. The next day begins with the same rush and same stories with different faces. Or same at times. I have read you. I have studied you. Your storm and how many ways you are beautiful (or not). In the end, does the excitement of the people spilling out recommendations ever seem to shine that far? So what is it, which hides in toughs special shreds of audible truth, the ones that are spoken by the seemingly experienced? Do you think logic ever crawls down the backs and brain stems of their individuality?    I would gamble on the fact, that in order to take any advice at more than face value there must be some sense of progression involved. Even if it is just in infinite circles of highs and lows. Anyways, It is fun to notice how typical everything is. Who am I? You would never know. Because I stand in the crowd. The same crowd. Crowd of people so occupied with themselves. And if at all, by any chance, there is someone out there who took out time to notice people, would probably have categorized me into some. And whatever be it… I am least bothered as me too, am too occupied to enjoy my time in this world of familiar strangers… I love your company J

music

High melodies

The music begins… it’s the music you like…. The music you live on. It’s YOURS. And at the same time, all you want to do is share it with everyone because it’s beautiful, breathtaking.

The shades spread. The aura expands. Music colors the world. Music shakes the pattern, colors vibrates in loudness. The sound, the wave when played equate, to spectrum rays… displayed through haze.

They permeate right through my brain, accentuation, illumination light blows up. Expansion. Flotation. Colors are fun on this insane rotation... together they run into bright invasion.

mixed medium on paper

size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms

cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

corner

If sadness was a state of mind, there would be a pill of some kind.

That took all you our loss and grief, and turned it into relief.

But it’s not, in fact, it’s universal. In an unending chain of dress rehearsals.

 The tears we cry are like kaleidoscope that colors our view so that we may cope.

mixed medium on paper
size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms
cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

Godess durga

Typical purple shade of skin. Angry face highlighted by the twitched eyebrows and sharp eyes. Killer eyes. No weapons shown. Eyes are enough. Less of expressions on the face to balance it with the much loud mala of sculls around neck. Each one says some. Highly detailed skulls and hair gone mad stretches on the sheet and smudged forehead gives the supernatural emboss. not so angry, not so typical. a killer. divine and ultimate! 

mixed medium on paper
size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms
cost: 4,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

monster

You will never let me see the secret side of you. You keep it caged, but looks like you can’t control it any more. Eyes warn to stay away. The wings help hide the inside. The beast is ugly. I feel the rage. It’s awake and out of control. I must confess… u feel so sharp to me. You scare me. 

mixed medium on paper
size of the art without the border and frame: 20/20 cms
cost: 1,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

wakes

s

wakes up... maybe in a forest. beauty intact. but no one to see. no one to admire.. no one to seduce. blessed with the beauty and charm.. looks around to flaunt. lips are coloured yet expresses distaste.... eyes display wait. streched up arm and curved waist are needs gratification. she wakes up from the bottom of the sheet in fading shades and rises up to form structure. looking around.and ready to wait... for long

mixed medium on paper
size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms
cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

nature

blue and green... shades of earth rise up, in a play. light and dark green.. light and dark blue.. forest and water. nature combined. stretches up, swirls and spins and grabs the bright yellow. the sun, and plays... grabs..  molds it.. own it..  

mixed medium on paper
size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms
cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

move

movement.... where did it start, where is it going... beautifully swirling the most prominent shades of colour palate, orange and red. occupied. standing tall and erect enjoying the two muslin dancing in the air along with her. what if our reality and dreams switch hues?? float up.. high... spin and dance..... WHAT IF WE COLOUR OUR DREAMS...

mixed medium on paper
size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms
cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

Aurora bore alis

what makes you? various shades, various temperaments. at times lively, bright and bubbly. at times calm as blue. sometimes creative with Green energy and at times naughty of purple. mature like brown and nostalgic like mosaic shade. what is what is a women. but above all, a strong face. chin held high and a confident gaze. there is much much inside. too much inside. its fun to explore. its adventure to dive in. its a grand spectrum inside making her what she is. or, whatever she thinks she is or you think she is or you don't think what she is or what she herself doesn't think. . lets sum it up.... its just AURORA BORE ALIS....

mixed medium on paper
size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms
cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

water play

mini jumbo enjoys! allot! alone!! no not alone. the pleasant stretched smile doesn't make the viewer feel that the kid is alone. and the glow and charm in eyes makes me feel like i am just about to hear the joyous laughter. turn a bit this side please. so that i too can drench in the stream of water coming out of your trunk. lovely shades. perfect highlights, skin and water.... so tempting!! so lovely...

oils on canvas
size of the art: 1.5/2.5 feet
cost: 6,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 
<SOLD>

scrib

[...i don't even shed a tear or scream with the pain
i'm beginning to enjoy the feeling of living...
as my breath slows down i notice the blue stains
staining my lips with emotions that are unforgiving...]

mixed medium on paper

size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms

cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

turn

I am who I am

 Who else would I be?

I turn, not to explain

But to give you a look 
to keep you wondering the rest of your life.

Yes, I do exist.

On my own term, my own ways.

I wear, I seduce, I laugh, I kill.

 I am not a fake

 Unwilling to break.

Red is my shade

 This world is MY place.

 Get used to what you see

(If at all you get a chance to see me next time)

I am going to be me.

mixed medium on paper

size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms

cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

extension

_{Extension of life is a “child” and this extension when no more physically attached, goes everywhere. Does all sort of things}

_{And enjoys this freedom and takes advantage of not understanding anything. As a matter of fact. Not understanding is the only thing that lets you enjoy. Once you start understanding, you would spend rest of your life with LIMITATIONs. The mother in green understands. Is worried. Cares, protects, and is afraid all} the time. Is trying to keep her naughty child safe right under her. The baby in purple is innocent and smiles with the greatest of joy. He is smiling because he knows nothing. And defiantly, the moment mother’s attention gets diverted, he would nowhere be found… 

mixed medium on paper
size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms
cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

united

Ascend  

Under most pressure is the face which in under all. Pressed and with under a lot of pressure. Little animated and a little fake, coz that is what we see here in society. Slightly over it which looks worried and tensed. Yet, a little smile has managed her way out. The subconscious mind. With a tensions and worries. Pretty face compressed under arched eyebrows. Over it is joy. A face with smile. Innocent eyes and smiling lips. No worries no tensions. Pure and magnificent. The top figure is unconscious completely. Meditated into some other world. Completely satisfied with own company. Beautiful expressions need no words to the beauty in and out drafted.

Whatever. As an artist, I would say, I drew some girls, natures most beautiful creature together united by the most mutual feelings, hair<3. With the left bottom girl drew a bit animated, by mistake. 

INK on paper
size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms
cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

joy

That smile of yours is so strong. Especially when you have been caught doing something wrong. With how I love you and its okay. To keep loving you each and every day.

That smile of yours, reeled me in. and just as cute- your ill grin.

 That smile, I fell for in a snap. Way too quick! What up with that????

 From that smile I can’t get away. Not that I am trying anyway.

Purest and most sacred. Far far from the materialistic affects.  So naughty and so mysterious. Damn it I can even scold you. I fail to understand what is that that make you smile every time you sin and find that I caught you? I see you, all in anger and then the moment you give that smile, the aura hits me so damn hard and it’s like hypnotism. IT’S INFECTIOUS! I am victimized every time. But whatever, I love you!

dance

She is so out of your reach. You think you’ve got her and whoosh she spins into nowhere. It’s a dance of joy. Dance of existence. Dance of self gratification and joy. You just can’t trace her. Those closed eyes under blue shade sent want to see anyone around and carry on with her crazy whirling movements blowing fears away, far away. And those smiling lips, soaked by the waterfall exploding through universe, melting love chains, hands hung freely are ready to go wherever the wind blows and those stretched toes to take her as high as she can. Or maybe even beyond. Dance. Dance as much as you want. 

mixed medium on paper
size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms
cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

say it... please!

 

take those words out. say what you wanna say. Trying to assure yourself safety, but killing others with the suspense. who will get to hear what you are about to say? will you ever say??

Protected by her neutral umbrella, saving herself from the mosaic, dull mustard space around. looking in the other direction clearly states her dislike of the monotonous and boring world. Her bright yellow dress affords to blossom under the umbrella. eyes seem to be waiting for someone. green flock highlights what i have been thinking about her. All brightness, innocence, love, smiles are saved, under the umbrella held by herself. perfect romance of water and color. Desperate to know what lips are just about to say...

mixed medium on paper

size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms

cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

PAINT-ing

Life is better than you know; you're just too close and too involved to see it.

 Colors have their own moods and sentiments. They want to rule. i just let it happen.

 When you don’t look, you see. When you don’t listen, you hear. When you don’t make an effort to make a move, you are carried away. And then, sitting in front of the blank sheet, without being in a part of the world where “being loved” is a COMPETITION.  I hear some sweet melodies as soon as I opened my box of colors, some wonderful rhythm of humming joy. And i get into a relationship with their vibes and aura. Each color producing a unique tune, tune of their own individuality.  And like the stick of a head musician, my brushes wait for their turn to lead. I pick one. With the desensitizing torture, I press it against the blank verse. And then it moves on its own, it moves in all the directions like the newly freed dolphin. And then it gets a company. A new friend, a different personality. And then some more. A lot of them. Enjoying the newly found platform.  Then the strong, masculine, bold marker comes on its regular inspection. Detailing the path trodden. Makes sure its territory is well defined, spick and span. And like the official report, highlights the main features. And then, I leave this family photograph safe, before I can appreciate what I had and what had me. The patterns, the constellations, and purpose of the design can be seen, traced, and understood. Its made. My painting is done. And it has a lot more than you think it has.

though you don't SAY anything

had a tough day? you look so tired! these eyes closing with the burden and weight of heavy eyelids after a tough day makes me feel like you already had A-LOT of driving for today. maybe you just need some rest.   side mirrors, headlights, bonnet hood all seems to be a heavy and sole VICTIM OF GRAVITATIONAL PULL ON EARTH. and uh sorry to ask, have you also dropped some of your parts in the way? cause the extended lower part of your face looks so 'empty'. i think i should just not talk much to you, you might need some rest!! 

YOUR EYES ARE THE FIRST THING I SEE. slowly opening to see who dared to 'come along'. that blue glow on the edges makes you perfectly extraterrestrial. how much venom is there in you? sharp cuts on face, i must say the cheek bone the jaw bone.  the colour could simply not have been darker. autopsy reports would simply say "all organs" were nothing but black. beautiful and bold. strong and powerful. no embellishments, yet so complete, the self glow and shine is strong enough to invite ANY competition. do you have a drivers seat? cause i don't think you need any, you give me such a "its my world" look. the sign in front, shuts all. where do you rest? you are not meant for parking lots. do you even need any (rest)? anyways, YOUR EYES ARE THE LAST THING I SEE. 

journey

 colours have a lot to say, and they really say much. so does, the colour black. its not just black, its different shades of black. no, JUST BLACK! yeah definitely i am talking about the wonders of charcoal. a very fine composition has been drafted here by the artist where comparatively dull background is helping the main picture to emboss. though, the background is not just filling up of the empty space but it is contributing alot to the composition. the buildings and smoke and windows and towers suggest that the two figures in the main picture are heading towards the city. and we know they are 'heading toward' because of the vehicle they are on., bare foot,  is suggestive 0f typical village,  and the toy like figure is depicting innocence. the masks hiding there faces talk about the very essence of city life. "never showing your true face". the two figures are well prepared and equipped and we know that through the arrow case on the back of  second figure. a little composition is talking so much about the city, the city life, Survival strategies and in fact much more. a very neat piece of art, carefully laid, and very thoughtfully made. it would definitely look extremely good on the walls of the galleries but i wont actually mind seeing this in one of my text books! it is teaching!! looks so like a "true incident".. happening with hundreds almost every day..!! 

Sway

I may not be the most beautiful girl or the sexiest girl nor do I have a perfect body. I might not be every one's first choice, but I’m a great choice. I do not pretend to be someone I’m not, because I’m good at being me. I might not be proud of some of the things in my past, but I’m proud of who I am today. So take me as I am, or watch me as I walk away! ?  Bright sharp edged on the left half of the sheet with bold colours and definitions.  blank body in between and swinging light and soft colours on the right half. intermixing and under own stream. walking moving and flying. confidence, but not 'over'. beauty, but no 'make-up'. delicacy, but not weak. feminine, but not dependant. soft temperament, and a lot of positivity. beautiful hold of brush and its pressure. 


mixed medium on paper
size of the art without the border and frame: 30/42 cms
cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

lord shiva

 Brown back ground with limited highlights. Furious expression and equally furious snake around. Bright yellow waist cloth balancing the temperament of the painting with rudraksh beads having the 3-d effect guarantees a long speciation. Look over there, the wind blows his hair. The hurricane it rages on this fine day. Smooth curves of a shoulder and thigh adding to element of 'movement'. Sharp edges of knee, elbow and shoulder talks about the thunder it rumbles. The dancing position of lord Shiva is instrumented by the highlighted expressions of him. the third eye, crumbled eyebrows, sealed lips, sharp nose, masculine face-cut,   ashes spread on forehead, crescent moon in grip of his carelessly handled tresses, thick earrings, leopard skin on waist, number of three dimensional rudraksh, makes him an epic lord Shiva. And those angles and smooth curves with carefully handled color-palate with its mixing of colors speak about the tone and the mood of the painting, or the lord. Looking at the painting itself gives energy and a lot of "fire" element igniting. Makes us feel like dancing, getting up, getting the things done, on our wish, independency, Energy, movement, confidence is what the viewer will immediately Feel having a look at it.