Scratttcccchhhh

You and I

In this caffeinated world!

Gypsy soles, wondrous souls

Six months too late, but here nevertheless. Featuring my beautiful (first too) Moleskine. 

Florence, Italy. 2011.

Venice, Italy. 2011

More to come soon. 

Naked and Monochromatic

Chandni Chowk

A man taking a moment to button his shirt.

Credit for the most breath-taking reference picture goes to Ankit. Yet again! I live my India through his pictures nowadays.
And I deserve a better camera too.

Another self-portrait experiment!

First time loose painting/portrait experiment. I am happy with the result :)

P.S.- I am not a narc, just need a new model with some time and proclivity to not get pissed if the picture didn't look like him/her. AM, listening?

Unwind

Pilgrimage

Credit for the last two words: James Douglas Morrison

Hesse ceiling of the shack

Gypsy King

Nightmare Series- Part 1

They say it means something. What, I don't know yet.

Mi Casa Es Su Casa?

I take your Gods 

And give you my Demons.

I always maintained it was a bad bargain.

It was started with a different state of mind and ended at a different one, and in came the question mark. O darned nefarious violets and virtuous scarlets!

Of Red Bindi And Kohled Eyes

Of smells of saunf and home

Of Ma

Reference Pictures

Only if I could draw her as pretty as she really is.

Non-painting Series-1

Refraining from calling it a painting. A 10-minute watercolor sketch it is.

I pine for thee. Hence, I paint thee!

Missing home is usually ensued by looking at photographs taken by friends or me of signature Delhi-ness. This is based loosely on a picture, taken by a dear friend Ankit, in Mehrauli Archaeological Park.

Time zones!

Detail

Happy summer everyone!

Still getting used to the feel of brushes and paper (which isn't very good for water colors and gets crinkled) and color on fingers and everywhere else, and I need to learn to take photographs. At least it feels like home now. Just an attempt at killing the blues after work.


P.S. A special thanks to the person who sent me a real set of pro-colors when all I could find were kiddie colors in this tiny town. AND told me to get out of the bluesy mode. 

Holding the brush for the first time in about 12 years. Academics pushed everything behind, like is true for almost everyone I know.