Last doodle in Notebook # 4

A natural inclination toward the melancholy..

Yellow light when it's raining outside.
Sepia.
Dreams.
Sleep.
Closing my eyes and spiraling down.
Bright, rich colours in a high contrast. Oil pastels.
Being by myself, stealing time for me.
Looking at the future with half closed eyes.
Silence.
Soundtracks.
Listening to the same list over and over and over again. Letting music influence me but not vice versa.
Chattering conversations with faraway stares. Thoughts take me somewhere.. and then suddenly, shut.
The restfulness of just getting into bed. The pain of being pulled away from sleep in the morning.
Staring at the mirror and then suddenly, not recognising myself.
Trying to bring back some of the childhood.
Idleness. Procrastination. Slow and gradual.
Stitch by stitch.
Pink.
Chocolate.
Movies.
The way it feels to write with an old fountain pen. The fresh smell of ink.
The texture of crayons.
The sound of a pencil, the way it feels when the lead cracks sometime, just for a few words..
The feeling of wanting to bite an eraser.
Cold chilly wind on my face when my body is warm under layers of sweaters.
Yet, the thought of being a cocoon for those precious eight dark hours is what makes me dance around the glittering lights all day.
Trying to push broken thoughts into sentences.
The Art of Looking Sideways. At the lawn.
Warm sunlight. The white cat, moody like me.
Cancer.
Lists. Making lists of lists.
Worrying. About I-don't-know-what.
Having to let go.
To go.

Face

...from National Geographic magazine, issue November 2009.

Low Contrast

I'm drawing on Illustrator now! :)

Inspired by some cute greeting card type images, I thought of trying to make some low contrast drawings, unlike my usual high contrast style like the poppies..
Don't think it's really my "thing" though... :-|

Muse


Quick sketches outside the IT.. The advantage or disadvantage of not having a camera? :)

Bombay Images

One of the first memorable images during this trip - Dahi Handi on Janmashtami. People were wearing T-shirts sponsored by some Political parties I guess.. The auto passed by just at the right moment, just when the topmost guy was about to break the pot.
Something striking about Bombay... Since I've never lived near the coast, selling fish by the roadside seemed quite unusual. But what caught my eye the most was the shiny nose pin on this pretty lady.
(p.s.: had to photoshop a bit to make a little sense out of my crayon sketches :P)
Marine Drive : My favourite place in Bombay

I just HAVE to have a picture of me whenever I go to a place I like :)


Raining at Powai Lake. Bombay is greener than I expected. Or maybe it's just the monsoon...

Can't

Yet another opportunity
I've pushed away from
One of the countless times
I’ve lost without starting
I just stand there and stare
At them
Singing… playing…
Effortlessly
Self contained and so secure
While I’ve suddenly become mute
And I try to find a reason
To get away from the music,
From the tears welling up in my eyes
I’m not original
But neither are they
Then why does my voice
Just die away?
I’m suddenly so small
Can’t bear the thought of music
So scared…
to hear my voice…
…breaking
Music is good for the soul, isn’t it?
Then why does it do this to me?
Bringing out the worst…
…fear and misery
Should I just take a vow of silence?
And quit trying to try
Quit thinking
That maybe this time
Will be different
And save myself from
The embarrassing ordeal
Just quit..
You gave me everything
Why couldn't you give me
just a little bit of courage
to hear my own voice
sing
?