Sunday, July 09, 2017

Spot the Buddha

An experiment with my paint brush and acrylic paints as I went with the spotting/dotting with the colors. I found later that ear-buds work better for this :) a little late..

The bright colors just popped up and even without painting the background, I think this worked for a Buddha.

I have found that Buddha and Ganeshas are most forgiving on all art experiments.

Wednesday, April 05, 2017

And a year just passed.. or did it?

Appa's pencil sketch of himself

Yesterday marked a year since Appa left for his heavenly abode. April 4.

Whether Time is relative or Time is absolute or Time is an illusion.... I look back and think it is 2017 now. where did the time go?? Without going into cosmology, science or spirituality, I can close my eyes and think about him; smile at the fun moments we have shared and know that I am a part of him always. So the clocks can tick, calendars can change, time may fly or halt, I can always remember him.

Sunday, January 08, 2017

An interpretation of a Mira Bhajan!

jhUlat rAdhA sanga Giridhar jhulat rAdha sanga

rAdhA is swinging with krishNA during the festival of hOli with carefree abandon!

When I heard Natana sing this bhajan for the first time, my mind was absorbed in this image of Radha swinging by herself! Krishna is implied as He is always with her, in her! So a sketch evolved of her swinging on His flute! As always Rumi fit in so well!

"Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They are in each other all along" - Rumi






abIr gulA kI dhUm macchAyI bhar pickArI rang giridhar
lAl bhayI brndAvan jamunA kE sar cUvat rang giridhar



Filling her syringe with red colored water, she makes a lot of joyous noise and squirts water
everywhere esp. on krishNA and the gOpis play so much with the colored water that yamUnA turns red!!

My imagination soared as He played holi with Radha through the rain! she is drenched in blue (Krishna's color!)  and it turns red as it hits the ground :)

"All my feelings have the color you desire to paint" - Rumi





nAcat tAl adhAr surabar dhimi dhimi bhAje mrdang Giridhar



The cymbals dance as they keep rhythm while melodious music issue from tender lips and the mrdangs play the bOls - dhimi dhimi as krishNA continue to play!

I wanted the thunder and lightening to provide the rhythm for Radha as I took her in a swirl with my pencils and erased the lightening.

"In the rhythm of music, a secret is hidden" - Rumi









mIrA kE prabhu giridhar nAgar caraNa kamal kUdAnga giridhar
Concluding verse: mIrA is amazed at the magnificence of her beloved Giridhar's compassion, the refuge at His lotus like feet!

The sketch of the mountains with His feet as a reflection was an earlier sketch in one of my pensive moments! I just added Radha to it!

"A mountain keeps an echo deep inside. Thats how I hold your voice" - Rumi