Monday, July 20, 2015

Confession


It is well known that the creative mind makes connections from all kinds of arbitrary happenings, so here is a list of things that inspired this confession in the form of these drawings.

Firstly my beloved late cat Cindy and her hearty appetite.She was so chubby and cute, I'd wanted to gobble her up for a long time.

Then a handsome cat who who for a while made my garden his own.I tried feeding him in the hopes that he would stay, but I think there were other people who were feeding him more.

The third last picture of absolute bliss is inspired by this picture.

The second last picture of course from the unforgettable turkey at my first ever thanksgiving dinner.

And finally the entire confession is inspired from a story I once read in the newspaper many years ago about a cannibal who advertised for a victim. Bizarrely someone actually offered himself up to be eaten. Fried in butter. Just like the hunted mushrooms placed before me in a house by the edge of a forest not too long ago.

All those varied incidents, resulted in this -


Wednesday, July 8, 2015

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On the last day of the world, I would plant a tree.

 ~ W.S. Merwin
                                           
Yearning          

Monday, May 25, 2015

The Concept of Spirals


Parts of thoughtful emails that I’d like to remember -

‘I like the concept of spirals.  That in life sometimes from certain perspectives it might look like a full circle, but we're still always moving, evolving.


‘I'm sure you know, the only happy place is inside our heads when we are drawing and making good art and being kind to one another (when the others deserve it).'













And these quotes -

We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time
~ T.S. Eliot

"Travelling outgrows its motives. It soon proves sufficient in itself. You think you are making a trip, but soon it is making you – or unmaking you."
~ Nicolas Bouvier

Saturday, May 23, 2015

Forest

While downtown Toronto has its hipster charms, it is the forest where I can spend hours and hours just wandering, exploring and feasting on green.












Friday, May 22, 2015

Neighbourhood

I am fortunate and privileged to be able to live in a beautiful neighbourhood during my last few weeks here in Canada. These pictures are as much for me to remember and enjoy as they are for those of you who stop by to look at them.















Sunday, May 17, 2015

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'No, tell me again. I didn't listen properly the first time. I want to know my destiny'.
'I can't tell you that.'
'I thought it was written in my lines. I thought you believed in it.'
'Patterns can alter,' Fludd said. 'A soul is a thing in a state of flux. Your fate is mutable. Your will is free'. He reached across the table, and tapped once with his forefinger, urgently, in the palm of her hand, '...listen to me now. It is true that, in a way, I can tell the future. But not in the way you think. I can make you a map. I can indicate to you a choice of turnings. But I cannot travel the route on your behalf'.

~ Fludd
Hilary Mantel

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Inside a Street Somewhere in Toronto

I was walking along Queen Street West in Downtown Toronto enjoying the sight of the spectacular Cherry Blossoms in Trinity Bellwoods when I glimpsed some old houses along a side street. I am glad I took the turn into the street because one of the beautiful houses had this spectacular Magnolia tree within its garden. Enjoy the pictures.






Sunday, April 5, 2015

Letting Go



There is something scary about letting ourselves go. It means that we will screw up, that we will relinquish the possibility of perfection. It means that we will say things we didn’t mean to say and express feelings we can’t explain. It means that we will be onstage and not have complete control, that we won’t know what we’re going to play until we begin, until the bow is drawn across the strings. While this spontaneous method might be frightening, it’s also an extremely valuable source of creativity. The lesson about letting go is that we contain our own creativity. We are so worried about playing the wrong note or saying the wrong thing that we end up with nothing at all.
~ Jonah Lehrer, Imagine: How Creativity Works

When I read a quotation like this, I cannot help thinking how beautifully the author talks about the process of letting go, how well it is put into words and how good it is to read it; somewhere someone else has gone through something that is similar to what I am struggling with. Yet the frustrations, dilemmas and emotions that actually accompany the process of letting go of an outcome can be terrifying and confusing. When I took that leap full of faith and hope and as much research as possible into Montreal, as careful as I was,I inched forward for a while and finally crash landed into a mountain of dirty brown snow and sank down into the bottom. Now I am simply going through the motions of desperately crawling out. As another wise man once said, ‘it is easier to be philosophic when things are going well’. Indeed it most definitely is.


These are scenes from this year's Montreal winter. It was the coldest and worst winter since 1889. After four months of bitter cold, it is still snowing outside; giant trucks carry loads of snow outside the city which they pump into enormous white mountains; I am still wearing my Canada Goose; I still experience acute homesickness when I see pictures of flowering trees from a Bangalore summer. As a newcomer, I feel I am running through an endless labyrinth which leads nowhere... It is excruciatingly difficult to be an immigrant during a recession and a soul-killing winter, alone in a foreign city which speaks a language other than what I am fluent in.



But to try and end this post on a positive note, before I came to this city, I corresponded with an artist who wrote me these words that I've never forgotten: ‘The warmth of the people makes up for the cold temperatures...’ How much those words ring true over and over. If there is just one redeeming feature about Montreal and its endless winter, it is the kindness of the Montrealers and the warm friendships I have made here. It reminds me that there were other seasons too and that I still have memories of Montreal that look like this - 














But while the fleeting summer and autumn in Montreal were ephemeral, it is the winter that is eternal and so my drawings of Montreal will always be of bare branches and snow ~






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