Saturday, November 18, 2017

Three Years Ago

Social media tells me that this was the world I was living in at this date three years ago.I look back and wonder how I did it all.

Friday, November 17, 2017

Morning Meditation

The swirls of red silk sari in the picture echo with the molten rich vanilla scented dulce de leche in the jar.

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Another Cover

There is one art director who absolutely knows what to do with the styles of different illustrators. She brings out the best in each of us. This cover was particularly challenging since we were figuring things out as I went along with her suggestions. I wasn't quite sure what she wanted or had in mind and after many attempts at getting it right I wasn't even sure if what I had done had sufficed. I spent sleepless nights.Then when the cover design with my illustration arrived in my inbox, I was pleased by how striking it was. It is therefore with great pleasure that I am showing it off over here.

The Most Beautiful Gift You Can Give, Ever

I swear to God, if I were someone else, I would have bought a copy of this print. I cannot get over how good the quality is and how beautiful they've turned out. I am just so happy when I look at them.
Many many thanks to Honeycomb printers and to this wonderful artist for telling me about these printers who made this possible.

11.5 inches x 9.5 inches
Fine Art Print on Enhanced Matte paper
Rs.2,500 (USD 39)
Postage and handling add Rs.500 within India and USD 15 for international shipping.
Email me at

with your postal address, choice of print and number of copies.

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

In Iceland

I received this charming email from Iceland thanking me upon receiving the prints. 

Halló Priya,
the prints just arrived, thank you so much! Such a nice surprise! They are just wonderful. Our humble rural postman was very impressed by the number of stamps, he never delivered anything coming from that far away 
Thank you again and all the best,


Here is the book that is making waves in Italy right now -

After he had finished drowning, 
his body sank slowly towards the bottom,
where the fish were waiting for him.

The author of this book has very kindly given me some of his drawings and sketches to use in this post along with some words about the subject.

On Drawing the Human Form -
I keep asking myself what lies behind good drawing. It has to do with practice. But if the hand now is more agile and obeys better to what I want it to do, my orders to it must have improved too. This, I think, is a matter of looking beyond the mere shape of a leg or a torso and seeing their essence, seeing how they feel. 

When I taught life drawing I would get the models to behave like they would in a waiting room (the students would complain She has moved! I would reply This is live drawing!); I would get them to stand up and ask the students to draw them seated; I would get them to walk around; I would have a woman as a model and ask the students to draw last week’s male model instead. It was all designed to get the students to look and see and to understand the nature of what was in front of them, rather than to merely measure angles and curves and lengths. 

When I draw someone I mentally assume the pose in which I draw that figure (this is automatic, sometimes I am not even aware of it). I feel where the stress is and where things are floppy. I feel the aches of the cheap chick who walks clumsily, like a kind of mild polio victim, knees slightly bent because the downward angle her ankles allow her feet to assume is not enough to compensate for the exaggerated height of her heels.  

When I look at people it is as if I was I passing my hands over them; I feel the soft weight of the buttocks of a young woman in front of me, quivering ever so slightly as she is walking, so different from the tight arse of the bodybuilding macho imbecil who is doing hundredandfifty pushups; the tits of a young girl with their smooth silky skin and their curves - slightly concave the upper one, more convex the lower; the tired bits of flesh held in place and given the shape of breasts by a salmon coloured bra of an old woman with tinted hair and excessive makeup. I fondle these anatomies, I palp and squeeze and stroke them, I even smell them, sometimes with pleasure, sometimes with a shudder. And that, in the end, is what I draw.

 All images ©Armin Greder

Sunday, October 29, 2017


On my way to the gym I walk beneath giants -