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…

Earth, Fire & Fury, yet so peaceful – Knife Painting in Oil
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.

Browns & Blues – Beautiful Hues – Palette Knife Strokes in Oil Media
Another surprise, after a surprise. The earthy greens, browns and ochre never fail me. I’m the most happiest with these colors and shades.

Symphony Earth – Knife Painting – Oil Media on Black Canvas
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.
thank you for sharing, very nice article
Your canvas is deep, rich and meaningful…the colors remind me of the Fall in North America…somehow the third one reminds me of a place I often visit for peace. Beaver Creek.
I have put a video of that on ruhaatish so you can see it…Symphony Earth reminds of that.
Keep creating, keep the fires within alive always and forever……God gifted souls like you are few and rare! We are blessed.
The first few oils I did were as a mere child…I gifted them all to family and friends, don’t even know where they are…scattered here and there like falling leaves on a cool winter breezy night….perhaps one day you might come across some…perhaps not.
All I carry with me now are two paintings my grandmother gifted to me before passing on…it was her early works…
Always,
Mystic Peace Poet
Thanks Mystic. Looks like this phase of moon is taking a heavy tool on you. Get going buddy!
Get going Ishrath