She loves to dance :)

She loves to dance :) Would you like to join her?

I am going to join her soon.

Get a moustache

If moustache was worn like an accessory, I would have
hundreds of them.

bliss

A brook can be a friend in a special way.
It talks to you with splashy gurgles.
It cools your toes and lets you sit
quietly beside it when you don't feel like speaking.

from A friend is someone who likes you by Joan Walsh Anglund

I love this too much.

Tralalaaa :)

Finding Nemo has become an inspiration these days :)
And I want to see a real Squirt in the sea.

Illustration Friday : Round

Round, round round Pots!! Now that I have become a textile artist,

I want to be a potter now :) I always wanted to learn pottery, put

my hands in mud and create beautiful pots on potter's wheel.

I loved the feeling on my fingers of the moving pot on the wheel.

But but but, the pot just turns out of any shape on potter's wheel but round. That also looks interesting, but some day I will be able to create round pots too :)

Meet d00de

Call him Doode, with extra stress on 'OO'

and make sure you make a proper pout while calling

his name,else he gets offended.

Please say hi to him.

Illustration friday : silent/silence

ssssshhhhhhhh........

Illustration Friday: Mesmerizing

I remember, while going back from college to home,
I would take with me either Opi, Urmi, Al (my friends)
on my bicycle. On the way, every single person would look
at us. Women walking on the pavement would be 'mesmerized',
and men found it 'amusing'. Men on bikes would turn back
again and again to see ' a girl carrying another girl on her cycle',
some would whistle, and some fixed the rear view image of
their motorbikes to witness this 'unusual sight' in that area.
And we would just enjoy and laugh the whole way seeing
people's expressions.

:)

Gloom can be dealt with and enjoyed :)

I feel, ideas are becoming static now, what do
I do to stir my imagination? May be go out and sketch
whatt I see, and give a break to images that exist only in
my mind.

Love

This is what I have been doing meanwhile.
I love fabric, threads as much as I love painting.
But I talk more of textiles than actually creating them.
So now, I have started creating some art clothes, which I
will share here very soon.

come true my wish :)

The silent energy, which exists within us, around us,brought me to something so beautiful yesterday, beauty in the form of a being,so beautiful that I want to embrace it. I see beauty of this being in
glimpses. In Silence. In Smiles. My energy ha been low from last few days it just made me calm down. And then...

I look up at the sky filled with stars, under my breath, I make a secret wish.Though I have many wishes, but this one is something I really want to come true :)

First karadi tale:) I am almost there!

These are some of the illustrations I have been working on for Karadi tales.

It has been a long journey, of ups and downs and great learning. All the illustrations

for the book are done, just a little finishing touch is required here and there. Now I

am impatient to see the book in my hand :)

Stay :)

I like observing hands. People express so much through their hands.

Sometimes, even a slight touch gives a sparkling affectionate feeling.Sometimes, one would be talking furiously, and then your friend would hold your hand and say 'its ok", and the energy of the conversation changes, with one touch, and then one smiles.

When you try to hold tiny tinyyy hand of a new born baby, or try to open the baby's fist, he/she holds onto your finger so tight, almost saying 'caught you!' or do they say 'I won't let you go. Stay'.

I also don't want to let go some things/people from my life. I want to tell them - 'STAY'. Will they stay? I wish they stay.

Lets dance :)

I want to go for dancing. Debu says he wants to go for dancing. Lets make it happen and not wait.

Debu, lets goooooo :)

And while I was painting, this song was playing in my head -

Super trouper lights are gonna find me,

Shining like the sun,

Smiling, having fun,

Feeling like a number one :)

A builder :)

Someone in my workspace told Debu (my friend) - "Oh Sadhvi looks like a chair (meaning- I am from furniture design department, I imagined myself being a chair, we laughed) who would be carrying a pouch with tools like spanner, screw driver and doing tuck tuck tuck (sound effect). When Debu told me about this, the only image came to my mind was Bob the builder :D So here another wish gets added to my 'wish list' Be bob the builder (Sadhvi the builder :), What fun it would be to wear the yellow pants with huge pockets that have neverending tools, and fix anything and everything, even the screwed heads :P (or screw the heads)

....

no image

The soul of the words exists but the image does not exist at the moment, so I wait.

existence

What comes to existence when one immerses in singing, dancing or painting?

I don't like feeling restless.

lala :)

Whenever I go home, my dad often says,"but the other day only you slept snuggling in my arms, you have grown so fast." And I would say I don't want to grow up BUT now I say, let me hold your finger again, walk by my side while I grow up :)

Poke

Some thoughts tag along with you most of the time. You eat with them, fly with them even sleep with them.But when you are asleep, and don't want to be woken up,the same thoughts "poke" you and scream disguised in feelings which you can feel even when you are asleep... and you are AWAKE with the same thoughts/feelings inside you.

Hey you thoughts!! Have I given
you the right to tag along with me all the time?

Undulating thoughts :)

This kind of sketch happens, when one gets impatient in the middle of

painting. Am not happy with the visual, will draw again soon.

moments!!

I have a moustache now ;)
Somebody wants to join me in to spazz??

A star!! where??

yes. no. yes. no

yes..Oh no!!

Where is the shooting star??

another me

Yes, there is another me, inside there, where....
I build the castles of my dreams, wishes and imagination,
I smile...

I walk on the clouds, I hear the stars sing,
unfurl my wings with the wind,
amalgamate with the sea,
meet the sky where they become one,
the time becomes still, I want to remain one
with the amalgamation of the sea,
I see, I feel, I love,
I aspire, I struggle,
I hope, I laugh, I cry,
and I love more.

and THEN,
I REMOVE, the mirror,
I find JUST ME.

:)

Life is but a dream??? I don't know.
I figured that I cannot live without the dream and imagination.
I want to transcend the reality, and live my dream.

for very leetil brother :)

This is the only thing I have made for my brother. You are not very little anymore Gagan :) Earlier you used to look up to talk to me, Now I look up to talk to you that my neck hurts sometimes. (Am exaggerating :D). Much louvee. And I say thank you :)

call of the day

PEACE YO!!!!

furl the wings

Sometimes we build our own world of wishes, dreams, imagination and get trapped in them.
We forget about reality. I guess its time to come back to reality and furl the wings.

New world

Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born - Anais Nin

grrrr!!!

This is where I WANT TO BE right now!!

It is so grrrrrr to not be able to do/be at a place where

you want to be.

But painting makes me happy :)

......

restless...

Johny Walker ;D

No, it is not the time to walk away yet.....

Zooooooom!!!

I can ride bike properly now....almost properly.. yeyii

and Tapan goes ...left, left ,left....stopstopstoppppppp...

A buss bus buss in the front BREAAAAKKKKKK!!! PHEWW!!

but who listens to him, I wonder!

I think now he knows exactly how I feel when I sit behind

him. Tapan, this post is truely dedicated to you muhuhahahahaah...

The sketch is not really accurate but I guess you can do with it.

How many times must a man look up?

The other day I was remembering Bob Dylan's song -

how many times must a man look up
Before he sees the sky?

I remember when I was small, there would be power cuts in my
city. I would go on the terrace, spread my sheet to lie on to face the
stars. I would just start counting them. My Mum tried telling me that
there are endless stars, one can't count them. I never believed her.
Every night I would go up and start counting the stars thinking one
day I would succeed. I would forget everything and become part of the sky.

I never succeeded but I learnt counting like that. Now thinking of
Dylan's lines, days pass by and I don't see the sky, even though I look
up many times.

Illustration friday: WARNING

Sometimes IDEA runs away without any "warning"

Bored!!!!

I am a little bored, or say I am running out of ideas.
What to do in such a situation?

New Beginning

Lot of things are happening at the same time.
I am a little annoyed :/

IF: surrender

DO NOT "surrender" that is what I have been advised from someone,
as I have started working and I am a little lost :)
I guess I will find my way soon and wont surrender.

some more illustrations