Hi there!

Absolutely nothing beats the joy of watching water colours play on paper from the touch of a brush in my hand. I have and always will enjoy painting even though it sometimes takes me ages to get into the momentum of painting. ‘Scribbles and Splashes’ is a blog that I once began when I wanted to let go of the pent-up urge to splash with water colours and share pictures and the behind-the-scenes thoughts with my family sitting kilometres away from me. Over the years, it has been dormant for months (nearing a year and sometimes even more such as when motherhood beckoned!) and then been active in fits and starts.

Mid-2013 is when I feel like looking into the mirror and declaring this as “The Moment” that this becomes the year of the revival and flourish of ‘Scribbles and Splashes’, the blog and its growth into a self-sufficient near-full-time engagement for me.

I thrive in art. Period. If I could, that’s all that I would do all day long. It seems like a distant dream right now, but this is where I start playing around with a wish and seeing how it takes shape. I’m splashing, I’m scribbling about it and I’m becoming “an artist”. From exactly right now.

November 18, 2008

The Muse of the Silhouette

Shadows of the trees on our walls caught my fancy as I got back from my morning walk and strong, stark and scorching sunlight became the muse of my day.

At first it seemed intimidating - I almost sketched a different scenery! With baby-steps, I began, though - and after a long-drawn process of making the curls and frills of the lush, I began to dip my brush in paint. But you know what - I thoroughly enjoyed playing with the deepest tones of browns, blues, reds and greens for the shadows. I was sceptical about making the shadows of the delicate lush too mired and settled for an innuendo at denser foliage as its neighbour instead. This was so much fun, I wished I had sat down in the lawns and painted on site!

It had to be a deep, vibrant colour in the petals against its silhouette of a cousin. But the cousin had to be daintier, more artistic. The angular sunrays puppeted the play of light and shadow. Who do you think won :~D ?

November 14, 2008

Snow-flakes catcher

The valley's been misty in the morning and chilly in the late evenings. Winter's slowly creeping in - almost unnoticed. We've taken out our thickest, snuggest blankets and all I can think of are the Pine trees in Shimla's snow-laden landscape. Here's a toast to the swirls of branches that balance porous snow and look upon the city!

Glorious Gerbera

Isn't gerbera such a happy flower? I've been smitten with the flower since I first saw it "in person" on my 17th birthday, thanks to my best friend in school. I was looking for a picture where the flower has shades of light and shadow and yet looks staright in the eye. That's when I came across one of Jacqueline Knott's early paintings. She, of course, has done a brilliant job of it, as all the rest of her pieces. But I owe her the inspiration to finally egt down to painting this one - my very first gerbera - thanks, Jacqueline!

November 04, 2008

Pond Paradise

I've always loved lotuses for their radiance. I'm lucky to now have them in my neighbourhood pond. But till I did, I spent a considerable time online looking t pictures of the beauty. There was a time, about 2 years ago, that I was smitten with the reams of colour that a single petal held in a lotus. Each petal seems to be of a different shade - a pink lotus, for example, would have fuscia, majenta, light pink, purple and mauves for different layers of the petals and each petal would have a colour spectrum for it's colour. I found it so fascinating, I daydreamt of spending the whole year painting lotuses of different colours.

Dreamy as this may have sounded that time, when I began staining the paper, it was nightmarish. I remember forgetting time and space while painting it. Some time earlier on into the painting, I lost track of the reference pictures and began looking for colour as my mind's whims. For a while, I was taken aback with what I saw as my labour of love for the reverend flower - it didn't look at all like what I had tought I had seen; it looked exactly like what I realised I'd understood of it's beauty.