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.
December 18, 2008
This was a piece I had made long back because of a forwarded mail that had the picture of the head of a peacock. It suddenly dawned on me that all this while, I had rarely paid attention to the expressiveeyes of the bird. I couldn't conjure up a picture of the expressions of a peacock in my mind. I guess it's true - tagsstay. I've only known of the plume of the peacock that marks the celebration of rain. Oh the cliche of an image, the harangue of a reference!
What would a picture of a peacock be that introduces the bird - sans the burden of the cliche? How would the peacock feel if I stripped it off the cliche? Coy with gratitude? Is there anything else that my mind associates the bird with? What would be the sum of my thoughts about that one emotions or expression that only a peacock can be the epitome of? Umm... let me think... Dignity - poised with dignity.
I'm so proud of this picture from my mind's antics... I could hug it everytimeI see it! But do I feel possessive about it? Let me get back to you after once I've gifted it to the friend who wants it worse than I do. See you with this same thread of thought in a month,then! :)