I saw a photograph on instagram some weeks ago. I admired it and then forgot about it. Or so I thought, till I was facing a blank canvas and just started working on it with no particular image in mind. Then out popped the flowers from the subconscious and made their merry way onto it!
The creative mind and it functioning never ceases to amaze me… The less I interfere, the more unique it becomes and the more it has to say… 😊!
I was fifteen when we shifted into our own home. My mom and I.
I had a room to myself for the first time and I was given enough choice and freedom to choose my own colors and decorate it the way I wanted 😊.
I painted my bathroom wall with this sprig of flowers. Even today the instructions to the cleaning lady is to just dust it and never use a harsh detergent on it. It looks the same as it did when I made it three decades ago!
My mom’s home is full of my paintings, but nothing gives her more joy that this one, done spontaneously by her teenaged daughter, who had stars in her eyes, a deep love for nature and painting and no idea what to do with it.
This one wall reaffirms for me just how much someone’s faith can give power to us…
Everytime I have an exhibition I think of this wall and relive my journey… My mom never rubbed it off, given that she is a stickler for cleanliness, somewhere she saw in me, the seeds of something that I was unaware of… And she nurtured it, without saying a word…
In believing in me she gave me the greatest gift she ever could…. That of believing in myself… 😊
This season sees a multitude of men and women undertake a journey by foot, walking hundreds of miles sometimes, to collect the pure water of the Ganges in Haridwar and take it back to their villages and towns to bathe their family deities with that water.
They never keep their beautifully decorated water carriers on the ground. Good samiritans and the government provide rest stations with stands made in them where they place their pure water, rest, eat and carry on with their journey…. Sometimes alone and in small groups at other times…
It’s a show of their faith and quite a few walk bare foot…
Working on a set of 6 paintings all one square foot in size. It’s an immersive experience, moving from one to another, adding a detail here, refining a stroke there.
The power of a painting to pull you into its world is still something miraculous to me. It’s ability to soothe and smooth all the wrinkles the world brings about, is enormous.
When my subject is the Lotus and the Koi fish, it feels like I am knee deep in water with them. Sharing their space… Living in their world before I leave it and walk into mine….
Pure joy 😊