Purely an experiment. With a sheet from a set of new paper that I bought from Landmark in Nungambakkam, thanks to the persistent pestering from Rishi to do so. A 300gsm sheet was intimidating in its thickness, cost and novelty. I tore it in half and began drawing at first. Two-three pencil strokes later, impatience got the better of me and I began splashing water on the whole sheet, watching little blobs of colour dance about, dropping any territorial inhibitions.I felt like a two-year old - and tapped my little baby, delighted at the thought that two years from now, he/she could be feeling as much a high as I was feeling in that moment!
P.S.
There's a mammoth of a masterpiece that my Mom painted before I came about in oils that had a similar tree taking a little dip in still waters. I didn't think of it before she pointed out the similarity in inspiration. Perhaps somewhere at the back of my mind, the intimidation of that Magnum Opus has been imprinted. I'll attempt painting it true to character some time - it's a phenomenal scene, a phenomenal painting. I wish my mum would get back to her oils!
