Art Connect: Update

               I am pretty sure I never started painting until I started schooling and this part of the my works (2 or 3 pieces) is an inspiration from that early years of my life when I started off my first painting. I am taking my chances that my first ever painting was with pencil colors and was a landscape with mountains, a tree, a house, v shape birds flying across the horizon, a snake river, the sun (rising or setting whichever is applicable) and a few children holding hands (or maybe a family). So, here is that painting, once again, minus the V shape birds, the house and the people holding hands. I haven’t named the painting yet because I am looking for suggestion, so please help me named this painting which will be exhibited during the next project.

               Now I wanted take a moment to express my heartfelt gratitude to Clara Bellino, who I have never known/met personally or even spoken a word with before (except that we follow each other on twitter) for coming forward and giving me the much needed push towards the project with her donation. You have an amazing heart. I wish her and her jazz music all the best. Then to Ayana Tomeka, sorry though for that system glitch, I hope it’s resolved now. And yes, I find that picture of you and your mom on your website for the mother’s day very cute. Amanda Armstrong and Chaitra Pollard, sorry for all my intruding disturbances while looking for your professional help. I know I can be such a shameless person at times. I just hope as much as I enjoyed your company, you do also. And Aral Bereux, for featuring my art on her website. An amazing person whose book I enjoyed as much as her company. Well, I am not very good at formalities and even though as I keep fumbling for the right words, all I really wanted to say was thank you, to all. Finally, to all my well-wishers, because your good wishes and words are donations good enough for me and towards the project.

               Oh!!! By the way, I uploaded a video of me on my project campaign page and I am pretty excited (or rather awkward) about it because it’s my first ever video ever and was shot just after 5 days of fever and in the middle of a worst cold. So maybe take a moment to watch zombie me. I would love some comments. And also if you decide to do a little donation, here is the link “RandomLives and North East India: Art Connect”.

Last Word: Sorry about the image quality, this is the best I can come up with my old age mobile phone camera while my friend who takes picture for me is out of town. And by the way, do you still remember your first painting?

A Legacy (Maybe)

               Some 15 years ago or so, a kid was hit by a truck. His mother, as usual, went to drop her two youngest sons’ to the school that morning. The school was nearby and it was an exam time. She had told them to wait for her to pick them up later. But that day, somehow, the youngest son finishes his exam early and decides to head back home with some of his friends. A cross over the road and everything became so fast after that. It was like within a blink of an eye.

 

             The truck had hit the left leg, from thigh below, very severe; leaving the little skin that remained hanging. The right leg was also hit but not as severe as the left. People who became the witness of the after effects at the accident spot would later say, “Pieces of fats, muscles, skin and blood were splattered all over the road.” But on that eventful day, the truck driver did something out of usual. Instead of running away, he stop the struck, got out of it, took off his shirt and wrapped it around the kid injured legs, pick the kid up and ran on foot with the kid to the nearest hospital.

             It was a very small village hospital and when the kid mother arrived, they told her to take the kid to the nearest town hospital ASAP because the kid had lost too much blood and there wasn’t much they could do for him. A three hour drive with an unconscious kid and a crying mother, the ambulance finally arrived at the city hospital but was refused to admit because the hospital authority didn’t want to handle a case of an accident death with the cops. It was too much of a mess for them and they knew it was too late for the kid. You don’t want to be the mother at that point of time. She was holding her almost death son and she couldn’t do anything except shed silent tears and beg.

               A few minutes or maybe even hours later (no one really remember now) and after maybe hundreds of outgoing calls, a nurse intervene and the kid was admitted. It was a day off for that nurse and she was bound for a holiday or something like that, until she got that call and headed back to the hospital. Somehow she happened to have known the kid family a long time back, who knows how.

             Three months, seven major surgeries and who knows how many minor surgeries later, the kid was finally out of hospital. Now even the kid hardly remembers anything. When ask, he thinks he remember some pain when they had to do his wound dressings and that’s it.

             Oh by the way, I was telling the story of my little brother. He must be a little over seven when that incident happened. Now only some scar remains and he has grown so much bigger than me. He also likes to pain and when we were a little younger, I use to buy him colors and stuff. So a few weeks ago, he uploaded a picture of himself painting, on Facebook and it made me so proud of him. After all I was not a very bad impression at all huh? Ahahaha…Yes that’s him and I thought he deserves an introduction.

Last Word: Sorry, I had to tell you such a story today. I didn’t intend to. But yes, I did intentionally avoided going into the details of what happened at that time and why it became one of the most important chapter in our lives, especially for my father. Maybe, someday I will or maybe not. By the way, I added a new page on my site for sketches. Some I did when I was in college and others for a T-Shirt project which didn’t work out well for whatever reason. So if you get time, do check them out.

Uncomfortable Silence

          In the past few days, uncomfortable silence has slowly crept in into my world and with it; I am withering, smaller within myself like the Touch-Me-Not flower that had just been touch. Many things that were once mine seems to distance away and I ended up being a mere spectator to the show, but I seem to not liking it, unfortunately. Some of my private galaxies were been blown to bits. I have tried visiting them in my head but then, the small debris from the impact keeps hitting me, it wasn’t comfortable. 10x times, increased my lighting up cigarette. It seems to produce a nice red flame and beautiful smoke rings but from the inside it’s eating me up hollow. 10x times, the rate of my sleep decreased. It seems to give me more time but I found myself with no time. As Charlie Chaplin would say, my lips didn’t know what’s happening with me. It just keeps smiling. But the clouds were slowly forming; now it’s thick and dark. Like an overblown balloon, you never know when it’s going to burst. It’s just clinging on to its final elasticity. It will burst soon…

BAMMM!!!

Title: The Forlorn Man 

Medium: Acrylic on Canvas

Size: 30x24 Inches 

Price: Please contact the artist directly.

Signed and dated at the bottom right hand corner. 

          Music!!! Because that’s all I was left with and Silence!!! Because everything turned painfully silent. Painting!!! Because it’s the only one thing that had not betrayed me and Me!!! Because I seem to barely know myself. Voids were left behind and boundaries being drawn. It was not a word said but it said it all with a piercing thrust. So I tried to withdraw but unfortunately, so did a big chunk of life from the inside. I wasn’t ready for it but it happened and things were never the same anymore. Uncomfortable silence spread; soon it took over most of the things that were once the first thing of the day and finally weaned me like a baby. Options were clear; but options I didn’t want to choose. I needed a hideaway.

          As the world came crashing in from, it seems, every direction, questions started to bang my door. I didn’t open. As the confusion over shadowed, I was left to talking to myself. It was no comfort but it seems to be the only comfort. Silence was what was killing me from the inside but silence was all that was found. Memories became more vivid, but this time they wanted to haunt. Somewhere unknown, a Black-Hole was created and it was doing what it should. There seems to be no escape from it, except that you run as far away as possible. But this was a black hole unlike any and it catches up soon. I was tired out running. It’s like one of those days when I am painting and couldn’t decide upon what color to use; those times when disaster always happens in my works. You never know what to expect. You are only hoping for the best when its finish. This is a lonely place and I am an artist inside it. I have problems telling my story and that’s why I paint. I just keep telling myself, “I will get over it”.

          Last Word: All these are over now it seems and in a few days, I will be meeting my family. I am so excited about it. I have been missing my mom so very much lately. I can’t seem to even remember her face now…

Where am I?

         Ever wondered how big our Universe is? I do that a lot of time and every time I do, it always takes me back to where it started. They say it all started with a Bang and then never stopped. Now even our most brilliant scientist finds it almost impossible to even study. Of course, I will not describe how big or how unimaginable its size is or what’s happening inside. Leave that to Stephen Hawking, I am no expert. But yes, my love for the Universe goes way back, just that, I never had in me to become a scientist. Whatever!!! I just wanted to show you how big I am in this very big vast space that surrounds us. Maybe I am wrong.

Title: On The Horizon

Medium: Oil on Canvas

Size: 36x24

Price: Please contact the artist directly.

Signed and dated at the right hand bottom corner.

 April, 1912.

 

          Four days after she left Southampton, UK, on her trip to New York, US, she hit an ice berg and sank. The date was 15 and yes, it’s the Titanic story. It was her maiden voyage and she carried with her 2,224 passengers and crew. 1502 people died just because there weren’t enough life boats for everyone. Yes we have seen the movie and some of our girls cried the whole North Atlantic Ocean out of the movie. But this isn’t Titanic’s story remember? Okay then, we continue…

          Our scientist estimates that our Universe might contain as much as 500 billion galaxies and among one of them is our very own “The Milky Way”, which is supposed to contain approximately 200-400 billion stars. Whatever that figures means, I’ll just take it as something that we shouldn’t even try counting. Now, I’ll not even try to get into light years, I might end up getting exploded (lol).

          Figure says, Titanic was 882 feet and 9 inches long and 92 feet and 6 inches wide (wow!!! That’s huge). 106,400,000 km² is the size of the whole Atlantic Ocean (That’s where the Titanic sank). With this numbers in mind, we take The Milky Way as our tragic Titanic and the whole of the Atlantic Ocean as our Universe. Now, our Solar System, wow!!! It’s almost invincible. Earth!!! Where is Earth? Oh! There it is. It’s visible only through the microscope. Yay!!!

          But wait!!! Where am I??? Where am I??? Where am I???.............

          That’s the fact. I am nothing at all in the whole universe and so are you. Still we say, “I’m this”, “I have done that”; “My name is”, “My father was”; “Who are you?”, “You are nothing”. That’s our ego and we are even proud of it. Does this make any sense at all? Yes it does and that is shame.

          Last word: I know it was not the perfect metaphor. The Universe is still expanding and we are getting even smaller. Ahahaha… Be blessed :)

Take My Hands And Lets Go Somewhere New...

          Have you ever fall in Love? If yes, then you remember how the world around you had suddenly turned itself into a very beautiful magical world and starts to play with you in a very beautiful and romantic way. It was that moment, you realize that the world just perfect for you and your lover to romance and fall in love all over. You look up at the sky, and realized how the sun, the moon, the clouds and the blue skies has turned into some very beautiful and cute magical creatures and now they wanted to kiss you and you were enthralled by their charms. Then you felt the cold and sweet breeze on you skin, your face, your hair and your fingertips and now everywhere and you realize that they were actually playing with you but you got so hypnotized by their play and now you wanted to play more and more. You could have live there forever and ever. When you finally came into your senses and decided to look around, to find very hazy world in front of you but in a very beautiful and colorful way that you start to think, if you ended up somewhere in some Fairy Tales world. Everything looks so perfect, the sun rays seems to guide you, the tree leaves and their followers decides to red carpet your path, people seems to be more cheerful and you ended up just smiling over and over again. They say these things happens in movie, but I say, these things happens in real life, you just have to fall in love. The everything is so quite, so perfect and so serene. Now the painting.

Title: Serenity

Medium: Oil on Canvas

Size: 24 X 30 Inches
Not For Sale

          This piece of work is the depiction of those wonderful colors around me and of those simple but wonderful moments that always takes me to another world of surrealism over the years and through seasons. I have always been fascinated by raw beauties. Beauties that exist somewhere where most people will not even expect it to be there, but is there. It only wants to (and will) be observed by those who she decides to show. Like the beauty of the rain and that wonderful feeling of the very minute reflected rain drops hitting my face while I am standing next to a window watching and listening to the rain outside. Or maybe even like some years ago when I use to live a corporate life, everyday on my way to work, I tend to observed at those very beautiful small flowers with its perfect colors when it blooms on the roadside and get awe at the sight of it. Unfortunately many people will not see their beauties and gets ignored. And yes, Red, Yellow, Blue, Black and White are my favorite colors when I am with my canvas. I even like the color Purple so very much but for now, let the color Purple take its sweet time to tell her own story.

Have We Met Before???

Sometimes I think that I might be having a Multiple Personality Disorder. One Moment, I am in love, then the next moment, I am nowhere near to love. One moment, I have your attention, then the next moment, I have none of your attention. One morning I woke up like an artist, then the next morning I woke up writer. One moment, I thought of myself as the greatest mathematician ever, then the next moment, I couldn't do a simple addition of numbers. One moment, I want to kill you, then the next moment, I want to cuddle up with you. I think this is getting really serious. I better see a doctor before its too late.

Untitled 

Medium:  Acrylic on Canvas 

Size: 30x24 Inches
Price:Please contact the artist directly.
Signed and dated at the lower left hand corner. 

          To some, he is just a traveler and to others, a confused man. To some, he just lost everything and is trying to contemplate his lost and to others, he is man in search of his identity which seems to be obscured from him. To some, he is a biker and to others, a mountaineer. And finally, to some, he is Che Guevara and to others, he is Muammar Gaddafi .

          To me, he is just another character on my canvas, that happened because of an accidental stroke I did. Originally, it started as an old women figure, and then, the mistake, upside down and it all changes perspective (Of course, you cannot see it because, multiple layers has been already added on top).

         And oh!!! about the first paragraph, I was just kidding. It was just a joke and it ain't true. But it was a good start, huh??? Yup!!! Even I thought so.

          However on a serious note, they say that a creative person tend to have a multiple personality disorder because of all the characters that keeps running in their head at all times. And its a disease. So, you better watch out if you think you are creative...lol

Be blessed.

Last Words: No face can be just random face and I might have particularly seen this face somewhere. I don't really remember now though. Newspaper, magazine or something... To find out I wouldn't be shocked.

Let's Go Space

          I have always been fascinated by space and cosmic objects. Just to think that the stars we see today in the night sky may not be there at all in the first place was enough for me. Then, the Black Hole came into the picture, I fell in love with it. However, A Brief History Of Time by the famous physicist Stephen Hawking blew it away. Now I have no escape. I have came too near within the gravitational field of a Black Hole. Next time, we talk about Supernova Explosion.

Title:  The Meteor 

Medium:  Oil on Canvas

Size: 30x24 Inches

Price:Please contact the artist directly.

Signed and dated at the bottom right hand corner.

          This painting is my first attempt at painting cosmic objects which has always been a fantasy and mystery to me throughout my childhood and still is. Oil on Canvas, The Meteor as you can it yourself, is a view of a meteor in the night sky with a backdrop of a planet.

          It took me sometime to complete this painting as it was my first attempt and I frankly didn't know how to paint it so that it looks exactly the same way I thought of as meteors when I was a kid. I guess, I should have take a glimpses from the internet for reference, it would have been much easier that way. Anyway, I am not complaining at the end result at this fantasy.

          This one is for my love for spaces. I have a blur glimpses that soon it will follow with a series, I pray for that. A series of heavenly objects in the universe and mysterious black hole. I am already too excited.

Be blessed.

In My Dream

          Its must have been like two months, I was dreaming about colors. It was strange because, dreams, as I have remembered, were suppose to be in Black and White. This one was in all vibrant colors. Shades of all colors playing like a wave, though I can't exactly figure out what it was, as it didn't have a definite shape and thus born the "Flower Of Dreams." It's oil on canvas, and as in a dream, it doesn't have a clear defined shape or texture, just a flow. Of course, I didn't dream of any flowers, and in fact, the idea of a flower in it wasn't until I saw a painting online, it seems to give more character to the artwork.

Title: Flower of Dreams

Medium: Oil on Canvas
Size: 49x36 Inches

Painting is not for sale.

          The painting in itself has no definite meaning as like in a dream. No specific flower, no specific colors, no specific flow. Just a wave of colors to match up with what I saw in my dream. It's just the interpretation of my dreams on canvas before it fades away from my memory. I did tweet and facebook about these particular dream of mine, many times, but I guess putting down on a canvas was something else altogether. I feel very good after the painting was done and somehow these painting has become one of my favorite painting of all the paintings I did so far. So, join me in my dream and I hope it turns out as everyone's dream too.

Last words: This painting was not painted to be sold. So I might probably pass it down as a gift to someone I would want it to have it. Of course, if the owner decides to sell, its for them to decide. But I would really appreciate, if they decided to do so, some parts goes to charity.

Let's Play Color

          Color have always been a part of me. Once as a kid, I slept off during an art (Drawing) test and the bigger irony was, my teacher didn't woke me up the whole time. I just took it as she didn't see me sleeping or was she asleep as well. So when I woke up from my awesome sleep, I was just left with a few minutes to finish my test. It was a disaster and a beginning of my play with colors.

Untitled

Medium: Acrylic on Canvas

Size: 36x24 Inches

Price:Please contact the artist directly.

Signed and dated at the bottom right hand corner.

          When I painted this painting, I was a little confused and down due to many reasons. First, my third exhibition was near the corner and I was a little panicking and confused. It was some months after I left my day job to pursue painting and honestly, I was even a little broke at that time. Lastly, I couldn't find my inspiration of what to paint. Maybe it was the worst time for an artist but anyway, I knew that I had to break free. So, I look at my bizarre childhood for an inspiration and came up with this piece. I wanted play colors.

          The final result of all my moods and bizarre childhood is a metallic finish in almost pink, matching up with a intricate and precisely mixed colors. One have to get close to the painting to really see the effect of mixing colors like the one when one drops a drop of color in a concentrated liquid. The dropped colors spreading out slowly to its surroundings.

          Some says, it looks ten times better in real life. Other says, it looks like a group of angels and that I should give a name. I decided not to named it.

Be blessed.

Unfinished or is it???

          So, I started off with a painting and then got lazy. By the time of my third exhibition, it was still unfinished. Anyway, I decided to put it ON during the exhibition as it was already dry. So it went live.

Title: The Lady at the Bar

Medium: Oil on Canvas

Size: 30x24 Inches

SOLD.

          So now, I would guess you already know that this is the one I was talking about. To me it was not a completed work when it was exhibited but the buyer says, "Its complete for me. This is just the way I like it". Its sold.

          This piece is a depiction of all the many reasons why a person would go to a bar. Maybe because, the person is sad. Or maybe the person just wanted to relax. Or even maybe, the person was confused etc etc...

          Well, that is it. But the fact remains, the mood that I wanted to finished is not finished. Maybe that's the beauty or even maybe I will finish it one day soon. However, you can still see the different mood and personality in the lady in the painting.

Last Words: You know, you have seen this character somewhere, without the hand and the cigarette!!!