Art Blog

Trial Run

2011-06-13T00:59:00.000-07:00

After some clumsy editing, my 'girl' still strides a little too mannishly/weirdly along what I am intending as a lake. Since this clip consists of just a few steps, I thought I'd upload it here, and get some suggestions. Animators and anyone else who can give me suggestions, please tell me what I can do to make her a little more graceful. I am working on the dress and trying to make the background a little alive too- but that's in progress and honestly I am just not satisfied with how she walks. I flipped her and made small edits to make it seem like she is walking- but this obviously needs more. Do you make an entirely new drawing? I tried but the movement is sudden and too much! Help!!!
Also because Blogger seems to not upload the file in swf, I changed it to avi, and that RUINED the quality! :( flash version is much better!

Self Inflicted project

2011-06-09T02:41:00.000-07:00

I am working on an animation project, which has been going on for a while. Small victory- so far, I have made my girl walk 7 steps along a lake. :) Yeah, animation is a lot more tougher than I imagined. And I don't know if I will ever get this done.
And since I am running low on the sense of acheivement, I am putting up some of the preliminary work- just some, most of them are png files I havent converted into jpg, so not much of the real work, which is layers and layers and layers of identical drawings. Sigh.
I hope you like the look of what's coming. Maybe a small test clip will find it's way here when I feel satisfied with how it looks.

Silhouette for drawing people in illustrator
...is that cheating?

Preliminary character drawings

More drawings

Finally- combo of scene plus character..
This is one of a million jpg finals that will go into the video

I worry that Girl's stride is a little too manly- working on that- which means loads more work, so I don't know when that will happen. But it's fun, did I mention? Which is why I am working on it. And also the envisioned end result is good! :)

Prayer Wheels

2011-06-06T03:51:00.000-07:00

I realise I neglect this blog....It hasn't got much followers, maybe that's why. And also I haven't been up to anything artsy of late. Or correction, I have been working on things but haven't completed them. But I found this watercolour I did a while back, and didn't post here yet, so here goes. Hope you like it, it is from a picture I took at the memorial chorten.

2010-08-20T00:51:00.000-07:00

Just something I did sometime back....

2010-08-20T00:35:00.000-07:00

Pencil Sketch of the most common image of Guru Nanak, a tribute to my time in Chandigarh, 2007

some old sketches i dug up

2010-08-20T00:20:00.000-07:00

Steve McCurry's iconic 1985 photo 'Afghan Girl' that appeared on the National Geographic magazine. My version in pencil, 2002

Dragonfly

2010-08-06T02:27:00.000-07:00

Water colour on paper ...:) finally, something of my own

New VAST Gallery

2010-05-17T09:24:00.000-07:00

VAST has shifted....to a new place, still at the clock tower, but much more visible and easy to get to now. You cant miss it from the square- and you should definitely go check it out. It is two stories, a run down Bhutanese house that looks crazy awesome, i am just so jealous of all the people who had so much fun decorating, especially the ones who splattered paint all over the ground floor gallery- roof, floors, wall, even furniture!
Asha Kama says that they are expecting to stay there for maybe just a year, because frankly thats how long the building is going to last.......but the work they put in was - well, a lot. True to VAST sensibilities- everything is beautiful, however temporary, and the joy is in creating something lovely.
The new VAST has gallery, gallery, studio, more space, and a cafe! The brownies are awesome, but I dont know if they will have them in stock, last time I went they had run out.
Def worth checking out, maybe helping too, Dr Suchart Vongthong, water colour prints of Bhutanese scenes are lovely, the paintings are a dream, and the cakes are great, and best of all, it all goes for a good cause.

Thank you

2009-09-14T01:35:00.000-07:00

So much brilliance in this world. So inspiring.
-Aamir Khan

Excuse me for finding inspiration from odd places.

But it's true, I agree with my whole heart, there is so much so much brilliance in this world.
Heard the ABBA song (Thank you for the Music)?
I felt it so many times, when I saw some great painting that even on my desktop seems to pull me into it's acrylic dreamy depths, or when I hear a song that seems to have been written just for me, about me, songs that seem to heal you with their words and music.
I wish I could post some stuff here that have inspired me, but i need the Artists' permission first :(
will do it someday for sure.But for Today, let me just say a little thank you ABBA style to artists whose Art, stories, movies, songs and everything else that I enjoy immensely.

"Thank you for the music, the songs Im singing

Thanks for all the joy theyre bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to me"

Especially VAST artists, staring at whose work I am lost in the blue and purple swirls, where fantasy horses gallop out of my head, where I am in love with the sunlight in the portrait's eyelashes, where the water and prayer wheel seems to be coming to life, you can hear the swish, you can smell the incense...THANK YOU

identity crisis

2009-06-30T02:35:00.000-07:00

[Edvard Munch painting 'Scream'. The person is not screaming, by the way, he is covering his ears from the scream of nature. Munch says he had this experience when he was walking on a bridge one day. He sure wasn't a happy guy :)]

i am losing me, or maybe finding me

places take away bits and pieces off,

or maybe add a little of its own colour,

i wonder if i was the one who left there,

or the one who has come here,

i know something got lost in transit,

i look down on me, and my clothes

are all wrong, they belong to someone i used to be,

no one here knows that person,

for them i could have a different story to tell,

i could be someone i have never been,

i could be anyone at all

if i am what they see, if i am what i say,

i am whoever i want to be,

a small part of me is holding on desperately,

to a small voice inside that i hope is me,

but the rest is already someone else,

someone new i just made.

the people in my head

2009-05-21T23:07:00.000-07:00

I have people in my head,
Tolkein had races instead,
I wonder if he sat with Luthien in the park,
Falling in love, watching the skies go dark
I wonder if she sat beside him,
As he made stories about her in his dream,
The way you sit watching, in the failing light,
While I sit in the glow of your gaze so bright
He must have been there, in all his wars
In the love stories he made, shedding tears
Walking on my everyday street, instead
I walked straight into my head,
Where it rained in the sunshine, and I met you,
The sunlight made the drops golden and new
And they didn’t really touch us while we walked
You knew everything I had to say, but we talked
You answered me the exact same way
Said things I already knew you would say
It doesn’t matter where I am, the place
Melts away into a magic world when I see your face
There are all kinds of places in my head,
New and old, real and strange where I tread

MY work at last!!!!

2009-05-01T02:42:00.000-07:00

Uchiha Sasuke, made in paint in a short time......well, not very proud of it, but think its time to put something up that I made....

Missing

2009-04-20T06:05:00.000-07:00

Buildings can be painful,
Standing in front of them can be excruciating,
Standing here, I can see inside,
Floorboards creaking under our footsteps,
Something important happened here,
Though I don’t know when it happened,
I can’t recall the day exactly,
Maybe it was not in one day, one moment,
I can hear the faded laughter echoing
Blurry faces grinning,
You are still there, I am still there,
I don’t know what I am lonely for.
Did we lose something from that moment on?
I am trying to convince myself,
I still have it, whatever I am missing now,
As I stand here, watching scenes
That I can only watch, but not touch
I can’t get over this,
I don’t know what I am lonely for.

pools of sorrow; waves of joy

2009-04-11T05:13:00.000-07:00

pools of sorrow,

black and gray,

cold and heavy,

like salty tears,

spreading,

like ink,

staining,

the heart,

waves of joy,

stealing my breath,

white foam,

crashing heartbeat,

orange in the sunlight,

pounding against eardrums,

battered emotions,

am i sure this is joy?

phantasy

2009-04-04T00:11:00.000-07:00

Ever seen the raindrops fall upwards,
Towards the sky?
Ever watched the snow
Fall, stop, and feel yourself levitate...?
It’s dizzying with brightness inside my head,
Sometimes it’s hard to tell what’s real,
My dreams are more alive.
How far does anyone go?
Everyone must make up tales,
To fill up gaps they don’t know,
I just write the whole story.
How far is too far?
I am in love with phantoms,
At war with them,
And they are more real than reality,
There are pictures in my head,
You must call them memories,
Rose tinted, glowing with light,
Some are sharpened images,
Some are my own watercolours,
I can’t tell which is which,
Did I ever meet you in the rain?
When all the drops were glowing gold?
Or was there no rain at all?
Or was there no you at all?
There are phantoms in my head,
Or are they the phantoms?
My dreams don’t go the way I want them to,
They make me happy and sad,
Like life, only more colourful.
They don’t astound, they are not magic,
They are just technicolour swirls,
In my head, and outside,
Overflowing into life,
So I can’t really tell,
If I am in a dream.

Kandinsky

2009-03-24T02:39:00.000-07:00

Too busy to create something beautiful. But i would like to share this gorgeous piece of work.

This is Several Circles by Wassily Kandinsky . painted in 1926, Oil on canvas. 140 x 140 cm. presently exhibited at The Solomon R. Guggebheim Museum, New York.

This is the wikipedia info on him:

Kandinsky was a Russian painter, printmaker and art theorist. One of the most famous 20th-century artists, he is credited with painting the first modern abstract works.
Born in Moscow, Kandinsky spent his childhood in Odessa. He enrolled at the University of Moscow and chose to study law and economics. Quite successful in his profession—he was offered a professorship (chair of Roman Law) at the University of Dorpat—he started painting studies (life-drawing, sketching and anatomy) at the age of 30.

My fave piece of art

2009-03-10T03:25:00.000-07:00

starry night by Van Gogh.

aspy

2009-02-28T04:15:00.002-08:00

[painting- the serpent points to god, robert treece]

I don’t fit in,
I really don’t care.
Id rather be alone,
Only I need people,
Oh, not to love me,
Only to build houses and grow food
I guess I can’t survive alone,
But id rather be alone,
It’s amazing that no one notices,
How hard I try to look normal,
When I would rather not look anyone in the eye,
I am not guilty about anything,
I just don’t like the greedy peer,
That tries to look beyond my eyes, into my head.
I hate to hug,
It’s not like I don’t like people,
I like people,
Only I don’t love them.
It’s amazing no one notices,
That I am not like them,
Maybe I have been pretending for so long.
I know what they are like,
They are like the book characters I could never relate to.
Sometimes I feel like there are two of me,
One crying so so hard,
One staring at the one that’s crying.
Sometimes I can almost feel the pain,
But the one looking on knows there is nothing inside.
It just stares, with mild surprise,
When I laugh at things that are not funny,
And say things that make no sense,
Replying to people who said things that made no sense
I think the real me,
Is the one who’s watching,
The one who is walking around,
Is just playing an elaborate role
In a story I made up myself
But deep inside,
Id rather be alone.

love is quiet

2009-02-28T04:15:00.001-08:00

[monet's sunrise]

We have lost all the love that we ever found,
Now all is quiet, the sun is down,
And rage doesn’t make a sound.

Holding out for a while,
The sky has come crashing down,
Aching heart under a broken smile,
We have become the tear cheeked clown.

No more rains to soothe our soul,
No more lies to fill up thishole,
Our hearts are dead as coal,
The world has stopped spinning round,
Now all is quiet, the clouds roll,
And grief doesn’t make a sound.

We had dreams under our lashes,
That never rolled down with the tears
All is left now are pain and ashes,
No wind on our cheeks to dry out the fears.

I look at you and look away,
You look at me and look away
How long will we be this way?
The night has misted around.
Now all is quiet, the skies are gray,
And love doesn’t make a sound.

this is called waiting

2009-02-28T04:12:00.000-08:00

Moonshine and shadows and little drops of rain,
I sit and I wonder if ill see you again,
I know you love me, deep in my heart,
Sure as the stars that shine down tonight.
It is a secret that warms me inside,
I am not sorry that I broke my heart.
I sit on the porch, drinking to you,
Watching the things that the stars can do,
I’ve never thought about you and me,
That’s just not how our story will be.
I’m not going to wish upon a shooting star,
Coz I am happy with the way things are,
Your love is a glow that shows me the way,
Every morning into a beautiful new day,
With you with me, I’ve learnt to see,
The bluest blue that the sky can be,
After I met you, I have come to know,
To be moved to tears by the smell of snow,
So I sit alone in my joy and my pain,
And I wonder if ill ever see you again.