Friday, September 28, 2012

Beautiful Green


This would be a random doodle I did while sitting on the balcony - which has a huge chickoo tree falling into it with squirrels running all over with their beautiful eyes fixed on me watching to see if I would move. 
Its beautiful weather these days in Bangalore. And where i live now, right outside the balcony the mood seems so different below this huge tree, like something special happens there. And a weaver birds nest hangs from it too. quite magical. Im in the mood to be surrounded by some wild greenery. 
Maybe its time to plan a holiday. 
gosh, I really miss living in Pondi. 



I finally managed to print my business cards! This is something I probably should have done ages ago, but now I have them ! And so excited to start giving them away ! The front is a mango yellow and the back, you may recognize the self portrait and fish Id done a while ago :) It looks quite mad, but i love my cards! Stop and say hello and Ill be sure to give you one!

Friday, September 21, 2012

The Fish at the End of the Rainbow

I dream of flying into a space that is empty of thoughts, the only emotion i would feel is 
complete pure happiness at the freedom of it all. 

I miss those days when I lived in my little room (whilst still studying) when I would climb to the terrace and watch the skies and the tops of houses and life go by below.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Bubbles of Promise


There is much that one can learn from watching the sea.
Good things come and go, and life has to go on.
Sometimes, the dream you have been working on and dreaming of for so long, that tickles the tips
of your toes with its tantalising bubbles of promise, may just come in with the next wave. 
It brings you peace, it exudes calm, it teaches you patience.

I miss the sea. My mind feels so clogged with dreams and hopes and thoughts and other people that I can barely see whats ahead of me. thinking of the sea helps. a trip home is due. 


Wednesday, September 5, 2012

The Yellow Wood


Another workshop at the Valley School, I decided to go this time round because Ive always been curious about chinese painting (more so japanese painting, but I figure theyre similar). It wasnt the most incredible experience, but I really enjoyed trying something new and playing with the lovely inks and papers! 
Here are some pictures from the day!




charcoal sketch of a little bamboo plant



hold your chinese brush upright and make beautiful effortless strokes!


my random and unfortunately rather impatient attempts


tada! I was actually proud to see some tonal variations, sitting up straight with that brush was SO
hard for me! but I think id love to explore this medium. Its very poetic, and each stroke is so beautiful.
and I love love rice paper. I just wanted to swish ink around and watch it sink into the paper.

On a different note, Im reading this fantastic book, its called rich dad, poor dad- and I find that its come into my hands just when I really felt I needed something like it. Theres so much that nobody ever tells you when it comes to financial education, this book talks about making money without selling your soul. Its always been so important to me that I never work for money, but for the love of what I do. In the book, he quotes a Robert Frost poem - one that I havent read in a long time, and as things sometimes do, it suddenly makes such sense to me. Taking the untrodden path is incredibly hard - but I think you will find yourself wealthy at the end of the journey. even if not in riches, in living some incredible experiences.

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;        
 
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,        
 
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.        
 
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

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