Friday, April 28, 2017

Sketching people

I have been in the practise of doing art almost daily until and unless I am travelling. I like to paint more than I sketch but in the last couple of days I am sketching more because I have been travelling and all my supplies aren't easy enough to carry. And know what I am enjoying this process too!

People are one of the most interesting to observe. Sometimes our own detached selves! It is interesting not only to note the expressions and mannerisms but also the fact that what we perceive would be different from what they really are. Every person would have parallel stories taking place in their lives. Not all stories would be known to the people knitted in their lives; each story known perhaps to a certain number of the close ones alone. It’s amazing when you think how many stories are going on right at this moment in this whole world. Truth is stranger than fiction!

Except for the first and the last the rest are from life. The first one is a reproduction of Jenny Halstead which is the picture on my Derwent charcoal box. The last one is an image I came across in google. The rest from pictures I shot. I had bought a moleskine some 2 years back and wasn't brave enough to use it lest it should go wrong!! Finally, it's moleskine time! Second and third are on Derwent sketch book.


charcoal, pen and pencils

So, what's going on at your end? What do you like to capture? What do you carry while travelling - pens, pencils, paints?

Sunday, March 5, 2017

I have just 9 more months

I have just 9 more months
until the nadir is upturned.
Revolutionaries build their castles
on distant islands, hoofed
among the strong forces of
Oceanic lands, where mirages
mirror one another
until it’s just one huge labyrinth
and the eye cannot see the truth.
Wandering aimlessly, fighting a vain war
often we end up on shores
seeking shelter, we assume it
houses just one for comfort
while invisible hands slice the throat
silently by night, relentlessly!
Muffled cries. Moans. Sighs.
But that’s just it...
I have just 9 more months
until the nadir is upturned
else death will dawn on all of us.

*Just a scarred story of a common soldier

‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

Image courtesy here