Here is one of my old paintings that got painted by itself. It needed no sketch or planning. It just got built by itself, layer by layer, outline by outline.
Swirls and waves are my favorite themes, which I plan to do more often now. Looking back on this tall painting, I feel happy. There is no technical finesse in here but the way the swirls fill up the canvas… fill up my heart too. I feel a lot of motion in this painting though it stands silent on the bare wall.
I had gifted this to my mother-in-law for Diwali, long time back. This painting went well with the house renovation project she undertook then.
Since the occasion was festive, I had chosen to include a lot off gold into it making it borderline kitsch. Thankfully, it did not seem garish then and blended well with the occasion. Over a period of time, the shine seemed a lot more matte in effect. It now hangs on her ivory cream walls casting a spell of its own.
This painting was done in acrylic media (if I remember it right). Those were the days when I started playing with mediums other than oils. And was happy with the results. But nothing beats my fascination and love for oil colors.
Whenever I see this painting, it pains me that I have not attempted more of these. It is but natural for anyone to paint in whirls, curves and swirls, for it is the natural way of the hand. There is meaning in every swirl, if we seek.
These are the unspoken words and messages from unknown books. And it is now time to do it again. To go with the flow. To rise and fall in love again.