Musings of an eccentric mind
These, along with several other paintings greeted us, as we entered Puducherry while on our road trip in Tamil Nadu last Christmas.
This is post #5 in this year’s NaBloPoMo, or as Ra calls it Nano Poblano
NaBloPoMo = National Blog Posting Month = Thirty straight days of blogging
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Tall, clean and sharp, they come in shiny boxes.
We draw them out and display their art.
We put them in denim pockets, in rusty boxes and in dusty pouches.
We wear them down and peel them out.
Misplaced, handed over, forgotten, replaced – it’s of no relevance.
They have ensured that they have made their mark.
These pencils have been my silent companions for several years now. A few weeks back, my mother stitched this pencil pouch for keeping them organised, using a few of my old clothes. My pencils have finally found a home – a wonderful one too! 🙂
The changes a pencil undergoes in its lifetime, as well as the transformation of my old clothes into this new pouch are my interpretations for this week’s challenge.
For more changing images, visit the Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge – Change
A couple of weeks back, the Daily Post asked us to show forces of nature.
While I did not have a photograph to show, I was inspired to paint something involving as many forces of nature, and a few forces that are influencing nature. How many can you identify? Who’s the strongest of them all?
An artwork commissioned for newly-weds N and M. Wish you both a very happy married life 🙂
Inspired by the initials of their names and the date of the wedding.
Sometime back, I unearthed old drawings from the depths of my cupboard*.
I’m not sure what this drawing is about and what was going through my mind at the time I drew this. Perhaps it was my subconscious trying to communicate to me. A few random thoughts escaping the labyrinth of my brain, and finding their way to the paper.
From what I can imagine, it is likely that it started off as a tranquil hill. And then somewhere down the line there was turbulence of some sort — a storm at sea — which tossed away all notions of peace.
What do you think? How would you interpret this?
For more ‘moving’ images, check out the Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge – Motion.
*Other old drawings from the past:
It was on the first of March, a Sunday, that our family got together. It was after such a long time that we went out together, that we joked that it would rain. And sure enough, it did! Little did we know, that it was the beginning of a very strange phenomenon. Not only on that day, but almost every subsequent Sunday, it rained.
North India has witnessed, over the past two months, unpredictable weather, and many crops have been damaged due to this unseasonal rain. Vrindavan, it appears had its own share of golf-ball sized hail storm, if the pictures shared on WhatsApp are to be believed*.
Is this weather a result of climate change? I don’t know. But it definitely seems eerie.
A few weeks back, I was at the India Habitat Centre, where I saw a very interesting art installation, and seemed to fit in rather well with the issue at hand. Delhi-based artist Gopal Namjoshi combined scrap iron to create a garden, to highlight the importance of ecological conservation. The garden included flowers, small birds, deer and peacocks, as well as a man resting on a chair!
Below are a few snapshots of the installation.
For more about the artist, please visit Gopal Namjoshi’s Website
Related News Article: Installations made from scrap
* Images of the Vrindavan hailstorm – Any of you received these images on WhatsApp?
A few months ago, as I was cleaning my cupboard, I came across two drawing books. They were from my school time, and I had long forgotten about them. As I flipped through them, I wondered why I no longer drew abstract drawings. Perhaps it is a lack of creativity. Or a lack of inspiration. Or perhaps it is the fear of being judged. I doubt I ever showed these drawings to anyone. For this week’s photo challenge, though, I dug them out again. Here is one of them.
Dig deep into other pictures over at the Daily Post
A little while back, I visited the food court at HUDA City Centre Metro Station.
Now I’m not very fond of fancy restaurants. I usually end up buying corn on the cob from a street vendor. But when my stomach groaned, I reluctantly entered the newly opened food court.
It didn’t take long for me to get a snack. A keen eye behind the counter of petooz noticed a hungry customer and helped me decide my order. But more than the snack (which was delicious), I liked the colourful illustration on the wall of the street food stall.
A hat-tip to the artist Arif Hussain. From the Red Fort and Qutab Minar to a foul mouthed auto-rickshaw* driver and the Metro line, the illustration captures the big landmarks and the quirks of New Delhi. If you happen to find yourself at the HUDA City Centre Metro station, be sure to check out the food court, whether you are hungry or not.
More photographs at Sasi Menon Design’s FaceBook Page:
* also known as a tuk-tuk
This post belongs to the original post titled ‘Letting Go‘
I pulled out the scrapbook from the bottom of the cupboard with the intention of scanning a few pages. The paper has yellowed, the edges of the paper are torn, and damp hands have removed some of the colour. But as I flipped through it with my mother, we fell in love with it all over again! So I decided to scan the whole book!
A part of me wanted to retouch it, but the better part of me (read lazy) thought it best to upload it untouched – yellow and torn. The scans don’t reveal how beautifully well preserved the actual photographs are, though the newspaper clippings reveal their age. Hope you enjoy!
The images are the property of their respective owners. I apologise for being unable to mention the sources (I was just a 12 year old kid who didn’t really care about intellectual property). It is very very very old! Some that do come to my mind are – The Hindu (Newspaper supplements), Brochures from The Sanskriti Museum and India Habitat centre.
Musings of an eccentric mind 