Oh Calcutta

A street scene from a suburb in Eastern India.

Ribbon 'n' Blooms

An attempt to capture the essence of a bouquet in the process of being created.

Ahoy !

Lost in Maine

I visited Monhegan island, off the coast of Maine, with a plan to paint a landscape. Instead, was enraptured by this artist, busily painting hollyhocks against distant foliage.

The sun was bright, the day hot, the artist drenched in sweat, oblivious to the hole in his shoe, he was one with his work.

Casanova

Homeward Bound

 

Kashmir is a valley in the Himalaya Mountains in northern India. Dal Lake is a natural lake nestled in its capital city of Srinagar. One evening while observing the beautiful sunset on this lake, my meditative silence was enhanced by a lonesome shikara  (a wooden boat with a thatched roof). The boat and boatman’s outline was highlighted by the setting sunlight.

The departing sunrays seem to bounce on the water, the boat and the boatman, with captivating magic.
After a hard days work of carting tourists too and fro on the lake,  this seemed to be his last ride home.

Innocence

Exhibited: Spring Show 2010, The Arts Castle, Delaware, Ohio. April - June, 2010.

This bubbling six year old enjoyed riding her bicycle in my neighborhood. When she was not on the bicycle, she was seen skipping around carrying her favorite teddy bear.

I took artistic license to place the teddy in the basket of her bike, so they would all be together.

Katputli

Exhibited: Spring Show 2010, The Arts Castle, Delaware, Ohio. April - June, 2010.

An Indian street puppet show.

Venice 1

These three scenes of Venice, were painted simultaneously in my studio, with the same color palette, and were kept approximately the same size. The custom frames are in cherry and gold finish, the glass is anti-reflective. To my mind, these would enhance a well-lit dinning area with semi-contemporary or classic décor.

Venice 2

Venice 3

Ol' Rusty at Glacier Ridge

Exhibited: Dublin Bicentennial Art Exhibition, Dublin, OH. May - June, 2010

My evening walks through the Glacier Ridge Metro Park in Dublin, Ohio, have taken me through a meandering path for many summers. While I had admired the open space, tall trees and the vibrant foliage, seldom had I paid any attention to the woods themselves. Until one hot summer day, my eye wandered deep into the forest, and caught a dark object, peeking through the thorny bushes, and hanging vines. On getting closer, I discovered that this was an old rusty truck. The setting sun, filtering through the canopy of trees, provided a natural contrast for this beautiful jewel.
The next day I held a private photo-shoot with this gorgeous model. Years and years of rust, had devoured every bit of paint and the tires were in shreds. I could not help but wonder how many decades, this old majestic, had stood by itself, in the thick of the woods, silently withstanding the scorching sun, pouring rain, falling snow and the changing seasons.
It has watched thousands of Dublin joggers pass by, evesdropped on a myriad private conversations and enjoyed the laughter of countless children. It is a silent witness to the past, present and future of Dublin. It stirred my soul and aroused the artist in me and I rendered my emotions through brush and palette.

Masked