A bit of summer

“A beautiful recess in neighboring woods. Trees of the soberest hues, thick-leaved and tall, Arch it o’erhead and column it around, Framing a covert, natural and wild,..”

Some of my recent paintings…

I have been recently really busy with not doing much other than my usual routine of work and painting…but I really didn’t take  an effort   to post anything here …So this is just an update post for my recent paintings and small excerpt from  a poetry… ” Time has no mercy. It’s there. It stays…

Stop and smell the oranges please!

This a small artwork on canvas board 5 x 7 inches done with acrylics and acrylics gouache. Recently I had been to my local nursery to get my garden started,and that is where I noticed these oranges huge hanging down from the green leafy tree…the air was filled with the sweet smell of citrus flowers…

My little inspirations…

  “On the beach at night, Stands a child with her father, Watching the east, the autumn sky. Up through the darkness, While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading, Lower sullen and fast athwart and down the sky, Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the east, Ascends large…

If Pine trees could sing ?

” I’m only to know,  From the winds that blow, What th’ theme of m’ song shall be.” Small Acrylic done on canvas board by me.

Odd Life

Introspective Reflection  I would live all my life in nonchalance and insouciance Were it not for making a living, which is rather a nouciance.  ~ Ogden Nash (my sketch from my Art journal)

Summer Arrives….

“The sun moved lower in the sky, the shadows lengthened and darkened. The more dust I removed, the more these shadows grew. Summer arrived. The children leaned over the rose border, their shadows merging with the shadows of the roses.” My painting on sale now at https://www.artfinder.com/product/summer-arrives/

For Love and only Love!

And this post has got nothing to do with my art or anything related to it.Maybe just my ramblings…First of all a poetry I  read and I go back to it once again … “How Love came in, I do not know, Whether by th’ eye, or eare, or no: Or whether with the soule…

Miles to go before I sleep…..

“I decided to stop becoming an adult. That day I chose to blur facts, fail at tests, and slouch under a hood. School was my first testing ground. I misunderstood lessons, assignments, meanings of poems and stories, and misinterpreted the gestures of characters in novels. 
I was awestruck by geology but mixed up the ages…

To the Mountains

” Your prisms enunciate the light and don’t need rain to break it into rainbows.”