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Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks. Plutarch

Thursday, August 14, 2014

the Children need to be awaken inside us-- dedictaed to Childhood memories

Hello friends..

last two days I was busy searching topics inside my heart.. yes.. sometimes the child that lay hidden inside us need to be awakened.

lots of memories, dreams and fantasies, which we adults seldom recognize.. need to be cherished very often.. for our own good actually..

I was trying to just doodle with my Mungyo watercolour crayons and fine fineliners on 200 gsm papers..

I was literally astonished by seeing them.. and immense happiness and satisfaction.. I cannot describe,,

this one is dedicated to all the mushrooms in dreamt, colored and got inspired with..


though I am very scared of lizards... but thought let me make it little  funny and mischievous...

the next was for my love to scarecrows... I always find them funny and cute...


love autumn,,, its my favourite season... love fall colors. bright yellow, oranges and reds... with patches of green...

next one is dedicated to all the winter Christmas illustrations  that I have grew up with..


 in India.. winter is like spring in US and European countries... its nothing like this... but I fantasized and dreamed to experience such winter days...

 

Monday, August 11, 2014

fighting Monday boredom with colors and flowers..

Hello friends


yesterday, when I was tired of finding some more subjects to draw for my art journal, other than the chessboard.. http://mysticcanvas.blogspot.in/2014/08/chessboard-monday.html..

I thought let me try to locate some subjects, that may lying hidden in my heart...

I took my Mungyo watercolour crayons and 200 gsm brustro watercolour papers- homemade sketchpad. ofcourse..


in normal sunlight..

I kept drawing whatever was coming my mind.. and believe me.. and with every line I was drawing, the Monday blue was disappearing ...



in artificial yellow light..

I loved the vibrant colors of Mungyo watercolour crayons... it was relaxing...
 

chessboard-- Monday..

Hello friends

sometimes its really tough to maintain daily art journals.. as most of the days.. I find myself totally lost. with no subject to draw..

Yesterday was Monday... and as usual I was trying to find something to fill my art journal pages with..

small things here and there... suddenly our chessboard game looked interesting..


what if our war zones can look like this,,, across the table.. only if our politicians can understand...

reminding me of an old Pete Seeger's Song..
 
Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls have picked them everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the young girls gone, long time passing?
Where have all the young girls gone, long time ago?
Where have all the young girls gone?
Gone for husbands everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the husbands gone, long time passing?
Where have all the husbands gone, long time ago?
Where have all the husbands gone?
Gone for soldiers everyone
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the soldiers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the soldiers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards, everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the graveyards gone, long time passing?
Where have all the graveyards gone, long time ago?
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Gone to flowers, everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls have picked them everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?