Down the years…(Sweet Reminiscence)

 

Scroll to the end of the page if my blabber proves to be too tiring

It started off with the swallowing of the water-colours at the age of two… (god knows why or how they had managed to tempt me ). The event though not remembered by me serves to be one of my many embarrassing doings

I remember always being awed by my sister’s drawing books…my ones somehow appeared as utter rubbish…and then the day we got these sketch pens (felt pens) as a raksha bandhan present from our neighbor’s sons. I kept peeping at my sister as she kept producing wonderous art pieces with us in it… (I remember she got this set of felt pens that had allllllll the shades as her b’day present!)

I honestly never thought much of my art…even now…when i sketch it is more fore my own sake than for coming up with a work of art.

But I would say that this rather dissatisfaction never annoyed me. I never wanted to be the best at it…not even good at it… i just went on doing it cause it helped me to express…when others failed to listen or i was incapable of expressing, it was my pencil that helped me. I could escape in the few moments I sat on the floor, on the dining table (coz the table would have been too high for me if i were to sit on the chair)….and even now…i find myself trying to find that feeling of bliss…

Now all this…reminiscing about how it used to be…it all happened when I i shared a kiddy sketch with someone something I would have never thought of doing before…

I know everyone might find it a bit weird but I had always been unknowingly protective about my sketches… just like i am about my diary…cause to me both held the same position

But now I guess its time for me to dig it all up…most of my most treasured and memorable pieces have unfortunately faded away, eaten away and even sold away (as junk with other waste papers mind you)…i guess i can’t keep grieving about all thats lost…but I wish I had them

So  30 years along the line I don’t want to feel the same grief when I realize I have none of my sketches to look at…Its not really the sketch but the events that made me do it that amazes me.

So here it is…i will keep adding every now and then

 

Sketches from Grade 1 & 2…

Trying to learn in a more creative way…LOL

6th Grade…the only one I could dig up today

The road goes ever on and on…

Inspired by Tolkein- 7th Grade

You can dream in Black and White… my obsession with ink art (2003 world cup)

Trying my hand at fashion design – a lil whim in 8th grade

The Expressive Incompleteness-one of my infamous incomplete works from my 9th grade sketchbook of incomplete sketches

Now a part of the grand weird project …collaboration with Arun

 

 

Floral Dreams

Colour doodles…an indulgence! when it comes to me… an entire lifetime would be too short to dwell and discover the beauty of Black & Whites alone

 

 

Power of 3 will set you free

My fascination with horses began in 2005 when I befriended a horse-lover :-) (illika)…it continued to be a subject in my doodles along the years…

and even became the first sketch that I ever sold!