Sunday, August 30, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
sometimes by a woodland stream he watched the water rush over the pebbled bed, its tiny modulations of bounce and flow. a woman's body was like that. if you watched it carefully enough you could see how it moved to the rhythm of the world, the deep rhythm, the music below the music, the truth below the truth. Rushdie, the Enchantress of Florence.... this painting is a gift to my grandmother aya on her 82nd birthday. finished a little bit ago its acrylic on canvas, you cant tell but the ochre colors are actually gold. its based on a painting by Chen Rong titled 'dragon in the clouds' and inspired by the movie flight of dragons.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Iqbal, that great poet was so right. the moment you recognize what is beautiful in this world, you stop being a slave. to hell with the Naxals and their guns shipped from china. if you taught every poor boy how to paint, that would be the end of the rich in India... Aravind Adiga, the white tiger. ah this has the stench of paint all over it. breathe it in. this piece was completed around 12 hours ago probably less. its acrylic on canvas and its an explosion of plant-life.
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