Watercolour painting: Fog

This is done on a cheap local pad. The sizing of the paper is good, but it is dull in colour. The paints are Sakura Koi. I used an unbranded mop. This painting was done following along Uffe Boesen on Youtube.

Old sketches

Jivdhan and Nanacha Angtha

These must be from the 90's - perhaps 95. I was unwell at that time and used to dream of the mountains. The Sahyadris haunt me as nothing else. I yearn to experience the romance of the mountain fastness again. so so so much...

Beach

“Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.”

– Buddha

Konkan

“Today I escaped anxiety. Or no, I discarded it, because it was within me, in my own perceptions – not outside.”

– Marcus Aurelius


Watercolour painting based on a painting by my guru Vilas Kulkarni

Kille Kothligad (किल्ले कोथळीगड़)

“Remember: Matter. How tiny your share of it. Time. How brief and fleeting your allotment of it. Fate. How small a role you play in it.”

– Marcus Aurelius

Surreal Vessals

Artist Dan McPharlin's work is fantastic and surreal. It can transport one uncomfortably away from one's comfort zones and into strange places where the imagination wonders around trying to find a foothold.













Serious Observations of a Funny World

Clouds Study

I have recently acquired some books by Ron Ranson. I love his free style. This study is from one of his demos available on youtube.

Zdislav Beksinski, Artist

“I wish to paint in such a manner as if I were photographing dreams”
- Zdzisław Beksiński

I came across the work of this Polish artist today. The paintings are so haunting that I was compelled to explore more of his work. He can evoke the dystopian nightmare of our deepest depths.



You can explore this work too here: https://www.wikiart.org/en/zdislav-beksinski/
Wikipedia entry https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zdzisław Beksiński

Call of the mountain

You ask me why I dwell in the green mountain;
I smile and make no reply for my heart is free of care.
As the peach-blossom flows down stream and is gone into the unknown,
I have a world apart that is not among men.

- Li Bai

Though these Ladakh mountains in the painting are brown, the essence of the poem still stands. Li Bai touches a cord with his innocent words.

Read more about this ancient Chinese poet on Wikipedia

High ground

I so wish to be walking these footpaths..

Kalsubai from Panzare

Beautiful memories.

Kille Peth

Of times long gone...

Wishful Abode

Wish I lived here...

Medow and hill

We walk across the lush green grass, eyes on the blue mountains.
The hills we must cross, to drench into the far away rains.
The clouds have come down and beckon us into their fold,
Onto the distant mountain stronghold...

Path and tree

Ride

Ride into the rain – Ride.
Across the windy plain – Ride.
Through winding lanes and slanting hills – Ride.
Ride into the fading rain... Ride!

Will it rain again?

The clouds gather over the distant hills. The grass is a vibrant green. 

Hill and wood

Trying to work with the watercolours. The aim is to get the monsoon feel...

Sahyadris in the Monsoon

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Rainy

When will I roam the yonder hills, free and unbounded?