Wednesday, 8 January 2014

Painting - The process



           





































Ok, this is my home. And this is my main room. I don't paint without my TV on.
Pehle, the grid.


Fir, Simple pencil sketch. This time with a blue pencil, but not recommendable.


Pehla color banaya, base coat. 


Agle din, pehla layer poora. Sookhne diya 3-4 din.


Ok, next din, aur thoda timepaas.


The nose, and the wrinkles, probably the most tedious part, although doesn't look like that.


Ok, I skipped a few days, and forgot taking photos. Did continuous work for a day or two I guess.


Background sabse pain, didn't know what to do, so went with blue.


Pehla version, didn't suit it much though (I don't know).


Let's change.


Finally.


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Rajasthani Man in Turban by Rahul Jain is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.

Friday, 4 October 2013

Saturday, 17 August 2013

Wednesday, 19 June 2013

Friends



Its 5:30 am in the morning. And you are in tears.

Because sometimes it is best to say a warm goodbye. 
Because you have to let your hands go; 
because they are tired of holding on to something, that has always been your support,
because now you are moving on,
because now you will be alone, till you get tired of holding on to something again.

Because sometimes, goodbyes are not enough. 


#f.r.i.e.n.d.s.

Sunday, 9 June 2013

Kathakali Dancers


Kathakali Dancers

Oil Painting on Canvas

I remember the width being nearly 55 cm but I don't remember the length (It was something about in 3: 9 ratio or something). 

I was home this summers for nearly a month (I had to extend my stay to complete this.) and had an empty canvas with me. So I was surfing net when I came across a beautiful photograph depicting many kathakali dancers. It was then I thought that I should do something big, on a large scale with minute details.




Did I end with something that I intended to ? I kept on looking into my laptop screen, searching for the details, and replicating them, or modifying them. 




But when after a work of many days, I looked at it, I realized the details I was working were lost on the scale of the canvas, and I started thinking whether it was worth the effort I was putting in. The details probably would not even be observed. But I had to complete what I had created, in the way I had started; Consistency is essential.

And it ended up something like this.




Wednesday, 12 December 2012

When I am sad, I stop being sad, and start being awesome instead

When I am sad, I stop being sad and start being awesome instead.  Suit Up.
When I am sad, I stop being sad and start being awesome instead.
Ink on Paper

There are very few characters that leave such an awesome impression on you and I totally fall for this guy; his screen presence is enough to make the show run (for those of you who don't know him, He is Barney Stinson, played by the awesome Neil Patrick Harris, from the show How I Met Your Mother.). Here is something I would like to share with you.- The very first time I introduced this character to my roomie (I live in hostel, in an undergrad college), he was totally inspired and even bought in a pair of formals and adopted the hi-5 (and we still do - whaaaaat up).

I do think (and I have read so) that actions and feelings don't follow a cause-effect relationship, rather they go hand in hand. So if someday you do feel sad, it would be better to force yourself to do something crazy (yes, it does seem retarded initially), something you usually do when you are high or extremely senselessly happy, and eventually you will find that small lump of sadness dissolving away, and you will start feeling that awesomeness inside. (Its just like those laughter clubs, they initially force themselves to a laugh, but eventually, it follows naturally.)
 Although it is pretty much out of context, but I can't resist myself from posting these lines of Barney He's damn hilarious. NO, no, no .. He is legen....wait-for-it...dary ... -

“Think of me like Yoda, but instead of being little and green, I wear suits and I'm awesome. I'm your bro—I'm Broda!”

“Jesus waited three days to come back to life. It was perfect! If he had only waited one day, a lot of people wouldn't have even heard he died. They'd be all, "Hey Jesus, what up?" and Jesus would probably be like, "What up? I died yesterday!" and they'd be all, "Uh, you look pretty alive to me, dude..." and then Jesus would have to explain how he was resurrected, and how it was a miracle, and the dude'd be like "Uhh okay, whatever you say, bro..." And he's not gonna come back on a Saturday. Everybody's busy, doing chores, workin' the loom, trimmin' the beard, NO. He waited the perfect number of days, three. Plus it's Sunday, so everyone's in church already, and they're all in there like "Oh no, Jesus is dead", and then BAM! He bursts in the back door, runnin' up the aisle, everyone's totally psyched, and FYI, that's when he invented the high five. That's why we wait three days to call a woman, because that's how long Jesus wants us to wait.... True story.”

 “God, it's me, Barney. What up? I know we don't talk much, but I know a lot of girls call out your name because of me.”