Another canvas devoured – but with a story behind it. These flourish swirls are all over the web and very much in fashion. But these patterns are close to my heart as my mother use to draw this pattern on my hands with henna, when I was a little kid. She had even embroidered a dupatta full of this design for me with her own hands. Swirls are easy on hand and cathartic to draw. The black canvas was more than inviting to have them drawn. Next time I do this, I intend to draw it much finer and intrinsic. Wish me luck 🙂
Few days back, a set of 5 blank canvas staring at me. Today, four of them got consumed within an hour of crazy haze. Dont know what took over me, it did not stop with one… completed 3 in a row. Still raring to go…
was the most unexpected one. I had something in mind but what conjured up was far more seemingly beautiful to me. I love the way, something powerful takes you over and makes you do things you are never aware of.
Another surprise, after a surprise. The earthy greens, browns and ochre never fail me. I’m the most happiest with these colors and shades.
This is how one rainy afternoon was exhausted. Nothing compares to the exhilarating feeling of swishing the color laden knife over the canvas.
The feeling is indescribable… best left unsaid.
This is my most cherished and most loved painting; for Mother Theresa is whom we look upto. I had come across this picture long time back in a magazine and could never let go of the image from my mind. I painted it with a faint memory of what I remembered. I do not paint much in watercolors these days but loved the effect.
I loved it then. I still love it. Nothing compares to her; her heart and soul. She will always be my chosen muse. This painting was my first gift to my husband. This painting is now the soul of our home.