Trying to befriend the watercolours.
Serious Observations of a Funny World
Serious Observations of a Funny World
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Thursday, May 09, 2013
Early attempt
I attended a watercolour painting workshop conducted by eminent artist Milind Mulick. It was a great experience to watch the master at his art. I feel overjoyed that I may still, in this life, be able to paint to make myself happy. I feel inspired.
I used to paint as a schoolboy. My father's friends wanted me to pursue fine arts education. But I was a 'science' boy too. Then I gave up painting for reasons, which in hindsight, appear so distant. Life is funny.
Serious Observations of a Funny World
Monday, March 04, 2013
Cloudscape
3rd March '13. Soft/Dry Pastel on common sketching paper. Took about 25 minutes. This is from a photo I had taken several months back from a moving vehicle for this very purpose.
Recently I have been doing (trying, actually) some random sketches. The words have dried up. I feel sorta bad for the blog to ignore it so. When I look back at the last 3 years there is precious little to recollect and rejoice. But with the help of my random ramblings in the earlier times at least those years are still richer with the memories of the happenings.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Saturday, October 06, 2012
Thursday, August 02, 2012
Monday, June 25, 2012
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Friday, March 23, 2012
Lost
The perspective from 3 feet above ground is different. The ants look bigger. The dogs, fearsome creatures. Looking around he saw nothing but definition-less foliage - indistinct and ominous. There seemed a few paths leading into different directions but all he could see were distant mountains raising above the mass of green on one side and a fading blue on the other. He sat on a thoughtful rock and contemplated about contemplating. Since quite some time he had been trudging on, believing that the path would lead someplace. But as time passed the thoughts became as indistinct as the swirling green around. What had been cool earlier was now warm and what was bitter was now acceptably tasteless. How we change ourselves when we are not sure nor comfortable with who we are. He looked at a distant peak and thought that he should have aimed for it since the start. At least he might have gone in one direction than the circles he seemed to be doing now. For a aimless soul like himself it would have been a reason, a tonic.
"Make no little plans. They have no magic to stir men's blood and probably will not themselves be realized." - Daniel Burnham
Monday, March 05, 2012
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Thursday, December 15, 2011
Thursday, September 01, 2011
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