Friday, February 25, 2011
Running away: sketch
Sad lonely women running away from their fathers, brothers, husbands and sons. I dont know where they will escape to. Do they have any place of solace in this planet?
Roadside:sketch
Quick sketch done when i was in a train. All the three characters were actually miles apart. I sketched them when either the train slowed down at some crossing or stopped at some station. But somehow I liked the final composition. Here, a point I should point out is that composing a group was something which I never tried consciously. I think i should do some exercise on this.
Police:sketch
Policemen in old uniform.
Resonates with images and stories from the Emergency and Kerala naxalite periods
Little monster playing with a cockerel: Sketch
This was live sketch of my son adarsh playing while my moms pet cockerel was bold enough to come near. As usual my crazy imagination took hold of me and the sketch came out like this. But I love this sketch and I will paint this asap.
Later when I want to give a title to this sketch I was struck by the correlation that my fav writer V.K.N in his writings calls kids monsters. Hence the name.
So after all, one amoung the several reason for my crazy imagination is mister V.K.N.
Note: If you call yourself a mallu and cant read malayalam its a shame.
But if you can and havent read any V.K.N works, it is a sin. To get started read Payyan Kathakal.
Mergirl with wings
Where I work, we were doing a project on 'the little mermaid'. The project have been goining on for some time and finally ended couple of weeks back. In my dreams the mermaid got dragonfly wings.
In malayalam we call dragonfly 'thumbi'. This is one animal that is made for flight.
Inbetween: Sketch
This is a common vision I used to have a year back. An enlightened and weightless being on one side and a brooding, sad one on the other side, with a coconut sapling in the middle.
The crayon filling was tried by one of my kids :)
Head on the floor: Sketch
This is one variation of an image that haunts me frequently in my dreams.The origins of such visions are the painful incident that happened to me as a young man in Nigeria. I was beaten up by four people for reasons only they know. They had my four limbs under their arm and with their free hands they were pounding me and finally when I was weak and out of breath, the guys holding my arms left their hold and I was held by my legs and my side of the face was on the ground. I felt as if I was under water because my nose and lungs were filled with fluids and I was struggling for air. They held me like that for several minutes till they drop me and disppeared.
This image also brings to my mind etchings by beloved Goya called 'The Disasters of War'.
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