To Become. Human. Art. Philosophy. Human.
A Child is born, completely naked, a mind fresh as it can be. May be carrying the learning and memories of the past life, the stories of its
Talking Blue. Talking Personal.
This blogpost is going to be a tad bit long and a little personal. Why? Because I am going to talk about most-often-asked-question “You are an artist, but what do you do for a living?” And if at some point it resonates with you, Hello friend! I have mentioned it earlier that I am extremely sensitive and prone to negative energy. It catches me sometimes, and I cannot escape. And gradually it engulfs my motivation and inspiration for a while. Because holding on the positives al
Creating constantly is literally like shedding your older skin and allowing the new one to take over. And that is how our body works, to keep on going. But sometimes, it is difficult to find inspiration to create anything. And in such situations i need to pack my stuff, my moon and my clouds and go in isolation. It is more than an year now, since i have started to take my art seriously. And everyday, i am falling more and more in love with my work and strangely this world too
I am wrong. I am not strong. I cannot stand for myself and others. Most of my life has been trying to fit in. Trying to shrink myself to become someone else. To become what was presented around me. Avoiding the abnormality. Trying to be smaller. Trying to be less opinionated, talk less about my perspective. Asking and seeking for approvals. Fulfilling someone else’s void. Faking to understand the invalid customs and the shallow culture that was being passed on. Sacrificing my
The time when I am passionately involved in creating art, a range of thoughts keep battling inside my head. The language of my art is very organic for me. I create things, as per the flow. My creative process is very unplanned, my head, heart and hand just sync with each other at that moment of time. During the process i have been observing one thing for sure. The state of my mind contradicts my art language during the process of creation. I rage with ’n’ number of thoughts
Hustling while Resting.
It is a busy world, isn’t it? Sunday is here and in less than 24 hours it will be Monday. Did reading this line give you a shiver or anxiousness? If yes, then STOP. Stop for next 20 minutes (you can continue reading my blog though!). If not, WOW! You are doing it right (you still can continue reading my blog). I am a TYPE A personality. I find it really necessary to keep working and doing some or the other thing. I have a serious phobia of wasting time. For me it is to that l
The Rain and the Change.
As i was sitting in the cab listening to a podcast of Oprah Winfrey and Paulo Coelho on the book The Alchemist, it started raining heavily. As mentioned in the podcast that the universe gives you signs, i thought this sudden rain is possibly a sign for my new blog. So, i took it seriously and added my drenched thoughts. The rains are here and the changes too. Past couple of weeks have been full of changes for me. I really didn’t get any time to write or paint much. Now as i s
One Page, one Chapter at a time.
After spending a lot of time thinking about my website and how to get it live, I am finally here! This has got to be a big deal for me (and I am jumping in excitement like a kid). When I look back, exactly at this same time of year - I left my very stable job to finally pursue my dream of being an Artist. I started with some ME-time in the hills of Himachal, to detox from the extremities of the metro and a monotonous life. I remember the feeling of excitement of starting some