Life is a Many Splendored Thing!

I woke up to the sound of birds. The sky was still grey but a rosy tint was forming around the eastern horizon.

Time to move out, I told myself before a second wave of sleep caught me.

Within ten minutes, I was on the road, Bob, my pug, by my side. I decided to cycle… Roads at this hour are beautifully bereft of traffic.

Birdsong enveloped me from all sides. All my senses were on high alert. I deposited Bobbie with his walker and cycled off slowly. I cycle for pleasure. It’s a process of observing nature, the road, the mechanics of the body, so flawless in its balance, the machine, so well-designed, just a gentle purr of the chain as the pedals move…

The morning air is cool, welcoming and fresh. It wont be so, even half an hour from now.

And then I stop. Like me, my favourite bird is also stunned by the colours of morning… I capture it in its regal stance as we both observe what lies in front of us… It’s beauty beyond limits…

This is why I keep my walking shoes by my bedside, no excuses.

For in walking just like in painting… An intention is not good enough, execution, is. 😊

#keepitsimple #celebratelife #morningwalkmagic

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Gateway to Joy… 😊

Over and over again, in many different ways, I realise the joy of consistency.

At one point, habits one wanted to inculcate, never really developed, excuses came in the way. All believable, justifiable…

Then, one day, things fell in place. My desire to paint a sketch a day, became a habit that intrenched itself seamlessly into my routine. I would get up early or work late, or draw in waiting rooms or lounges, but I never made any excuse.

I realise the many levels of bliss that open up when the eyes start seeing things in New ways and the hands understand the minds subtle orders of seamless coordination.

There is no time for procrastination, one is too busy doing things that one deeply enjoys and has made time for… 😊

What I See and what I Don’t… 😊

The process of creating is also the process of eliminating. 

After the initial inspiration, I seldom look up to see the scene, I let my imagination and the colours take over quietly and without fanfare or fuss… 😊 This, for me is the best way to overcome a block, if any. 
As I keep my art journal, my emphasis is on the mood and feel of what’s going through me rather than making an exact replica of what lies ahead in my field of vision. 

My journal is a collection of some truths, some half-truths and some complete lies 😁!