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Friday, November 30, 2018

Fish in Net



Traps are always luring and attractive.

I have tried to play with form and style in this piece of abstract work.


I am against fishing as it is animal cruelty and do not endorse it through art in anyway


Thursday, November 29, 2018

Be YOU



Be different

 Be Unique

 BE YOU


Dear God, let people flock wherever they wish, please grant me the strength to chart my own course with confidence. 


In Pitt pens 




Tuesday, November 27, 2018

The India Art festival, Delhi 2018


Few days back, on one wintry morning, I came across a front page article about the India Art Fair at the Thayagraj Stadium, Delhi and decided there and then that I was not going to miss it! The three day festival (23-25 Nov) showcased more than 124 artists and galleries from across the country and yes, it was The India and not The Indian Art Festival, as most people, even participants mistook it for! So, on Sunday, I visited the place as for being an art lover and artist, I had no reason to miss the short and wonderful event. However, what I observed was different from what I had been expecting and given below are my personal observations. These are not meant to hurt or criticize anyone or any work.

Firstly, most works were only paintings that too mere renditions and I was disappointed that not much conceptual art could be spotted. Art is not only something painted on a canvas but the use of other mediums like metals, glasses, mixed media etc to reflect thoughts. Some metal and stone works were available but they were too few to be reviewed. The paintings looked amazingly well done but lacked original thought as well as concept. Beautiful renditions of nature, birds, nature and temples were a treat to the eyes but starved the soul. Only a few artists had focused upon concepts and innovation. I believe these two aspects, skill and thought, make up a good artwork. Sadly, almost all works were overflowing with the former but lacked the latter, although some pieces combined them in different proportions. I believe that a good artwork brings a change in viewer’s mindset. The message that it gives out subtly is always more important, for art can change the world.

Secondly, the dominant theme was that of Hinduism and art can rarely flourish when it is restricted in anyway. Most of the works showed Hindu symbols like temples, ghats, bells, worship, and deities mainly Shiva and Ganesha and too much of Buddha also. The theme of cow was especially noticeable. I think we need to be innovative and open up a bit. Art stems from artist’s subconscious and it shows that religion is occupying unfairly more space in society.

Thirdly, I noticed many works were lacking in basic elements like perspectives, proportions, symmetry and angles.

Lastly, the prices were exorbitant. Ordinary renditions were in lakhs and small canvasses with usual sceneries painted upon were in thousands. Also, the arrangement was shoddy and unplanned, food was overpriced yet unsavory and I feel the stadium itself is in a dire need of a good cleaning.

I did enjoy the festival but I feel religious themes and renditions were abundant and what lacked was what art basically bring out, that is original thoughts, breakthrough ideas and messages. But then, it is also true that in India it is difficult to make a good living out of art so artists have to align their works as per the market where mostly renditions are demanded mainly for beautifying the living spaces. I feel we need to give art some space to grow and bloom, for visual media is indeed the most powerful one.

Here are some pics

 Art depicting good looks but cruel heart.

By the inmates of Tihar jail

 A rendition 

 In pencil, a rendition

 God Shiva

 Small pieces of art

 The M F Hussain prints

 M J in paper rolls


Art says it needs to spread its wings!



Monday, November 19, 2018

King of Pop



'King of Pop' Michael Jackson. I am still a fan of his awesome dance slant! The secret lied in his patented shoes! :)


This rendition is done in Pitt pens



Friday, November 16, 2018

Buddha in Sky


बुद्धं शरणं गच्छामि/ Buddham Saranam Gacchami / I go to the Buddha for refuge. 

Buddha's teachings light up the universe. The word 'Buddha' means 'enlightened one'.



This work is done in mixed media- Pitt pens, white gel pen, watercolor and touch ups with color pencil.



Sunday, November 11, 2018

Buddha


This is a rendition of 'Head of the Buddha', a sculpture dating back to 4th-5th century AD which belonged to the frontier region of Gandhara. Ref pic from 'The Story of Art' by E H Gombrich.

Medium- pencil



Monday, November 5, 2018

Discobolos





This is a rendition of a famous artwork named ‘Discobolos’ by the ancient Greek sculptor ‘Myron’. The original was a bronze one that was unfortunately lost. However, an exact Roman copy is still preserved. Greek artists were experts in sculpting movements and muscle tones. The winners of the Olympic Games commissioned their statues from famous artists of that time. This young man must have won a prize in the game of discus throw.

I have intentionally used the black paper as I wanted to recreate the look of ‘old marble’ and display muscle tones that ancient artists so deftly sculpted upon the marble stone. Medium is color-pencil.

I love reading about ancient cultures esp Greece and Egypt and nothing fascinates me more than the ancient art! I hope you will like it. 



Thursday, November 1, 2018

I Am The Cold


Love, you once had warmed my soul
But when I craved for it a bit more
You gave a hollow laugh
And left me in that cold
The wild, the unyielding
The savage, the bitter cold
Like a curmudgeon’s rage
Like an old widow’s wrath
The cold which moaned as
The faint cry of a lamb
Slaughtered in leisure
Then, the sullen time strolled past,
Smoldering with its snide glance

Now, when I hear your footsteps,
I do not move, I cannot
For I am the curmudgeon and the widow
Savage and bitter, made of wrath
That half dead bleating lamb
I am that ominous hollow laughter,
Echoing in the forsaken wild

Turn back; bend not your steps my way
Do not come near, because now
I am the cold