Sea of poppies

I had a horrible start to the day today, with Jojo taking off for Kolkata with Lola. The process was so hard on my nerves, my hands were actually shaking when I got back home. The keys jangled as I stood there trying to open the door to my apartment. Lola screamed and cried the whole time, the asses at Indian Airlines gave us a hard time, and all I wanted to do was unlock that cage and lift her in my arms and get her home. She's gone for a good now. Of course, I will be in Kolkata soon and together with my Lolu again. But tonight will be hard. Hate being alone in an empty house. I keep hearing Lola in my head, chewing on something or just sniffing around. Jeez.

I also hear my tummy rumbling. I feel OOOOOLLLD. 

Anyhoo, here's a painting that got a lot of positive reactions from people, online and off (thank you, everyone!). 

Acrylic and ink on acid free 15X13 inch canvas board, with protective varnish. No frame.

Prints available.

Boro Loker Biti Lo ...

... lomba lomba chul, emon beni baindhya dibo laal genda phool.

Boro Loker Biti Lo is a folk song from Bengal. Roughly translated it means, "O rich man's daughter, look at your long flowing hair. All I want is to put a little red flower in your braid."

I love this song and hum it all the time. Plus there are memories attached to all the times I have sung this song or heard someone else sing it.

This one's not finished yet, but it is already one of my favourites.

This one's sold and is travelling all the way to America!


The print is up here.

Ma By The Window

This was was made in reminiscence of one of my earliest memories. My mother would stand in front of an open window and comb her knee-length hair with a distant look in her eyes.

She would'nt hum or talk, even in a din, she seemed to be so far away. When I was young I would often ask her what she was thinking. She never replied.

All one could see of her when she combed was her hair and her face. Her hair was like a super hero's cloak.

The painting is on acid-free canvas board, 15X12 inches.

Acrylic and water colour, with protective matte varnish.

All my paintings are originals sans frame, not prints. Why should printers have all the fun?

Hello world!

Just yesterday I finally set up my tiny little home studio, where every object has been donated by the people who matter to me most. My husband has donated the chair and table, my mother, the pencil/brush holders, my bestest friend, the easel, and the paints and canvasses have been donated to me at various times, by the wonderful ladies I used to worked with. With this, I am staring out the tenth floor window of what was originally meant to be a nursery, and dreaming of a future where I am never ever eaten by a mean gray cubicle again.

This little space right here will host my whimsies and this is where you will also hear about Lola, my pet, what she eats, what she does , what she doesn’t and most of all, how she totally makes my day, every day.

Today I took Lola to the vet to see if she would voluntarily climb into the pet carriers required by airlines. Lola is going to Calcutta to visit her grandparents, you see. Needless to say, she did not take to the cage. Five people and a dog were employed for this endeavour. First they tried to lure her in with biscuits, which she artfully ate without actually entering the cage. Then they tried to coax her into it, which she would not hear of and ran away (alarming me in the process) to our car. Then they tried to scold her and she got stubborn. Finally we tricked her. My heart went out to her, really. Monday morning, this whole routine will be repeated before she actually flies off to Kolkata.

Yesterday, I put up photos of some stuff I had been working on and some of them sold, and one has an interested buyer who hasn’t told me anything for sure yet, but at least he loves the piece.

Disclaimer: I never studied art, so I do not know anything about it, barring that I do not really get abstract art. I never learnt to mix colours or understand strokes, so I cannot say if my paintings are of any value and I only recently learnt how to prepare a canvas, from a book. Much of what I do, I taught myself from the amazing Internet and the rest comes from within.