Night…

 

Veil of the night fell
        with the full moon
                  and an embrace is found.

Rhythm of slow melodies
        are heard
                and the dance begun.

Eyes to eyes met
        and the souls connected
                finding sweet romance.

Whispers got silent
        shine in that need
                sought within the darkness.

yet held with a kiss
        hearts begin to reveal
                that moment in the night.

best
        remembered
                in the light of the night.

-PK

 

Acrylic on canvas: Part 6

Paris [Theme: Contrast] 

 

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This is my last painting of 2017. This year has been a year of my obsession for dark colors. Here I have used a little of black but a lot of brown, red and mauve. Who could have thought mauve clouds can reflect a dreamier european sky. You can see various stages of painting in the slideshow. The layers of brick red and mauve sky, white unruly clouds, the not-so-precise Eiffel tower, some more clouds now somewhat colorful and more unruly making the Eiffel tower seems at a far distance, the girl in red inspired by Audrey Hepburn, shades of red in her dress and the mauve flower at the back of her dress, it all ends up creating a wonderful piece. Owing to my determination of stop being a control freak, for the first time I drew the girl only with the paint, no pencil and no trace paper. It came out just imperfect to look real. Her locks coming out of the bun from here and there, her flowing purple hair ribbon and the randomly placed clouds are giving the frame a windy look. The streaks of black and red in her dress might make this piece qualified for a Monroe moment in an imaginative and exaggerating way.

-Pallavi

The venture story

Words that couldn’t be said caused the greatest misery.
– Anonymous

It was his last few days on that desk. Almost everything was as usual. A half filled lukewarm cup of black coffee, a small heap of papers scattered untidily, a blue pencil that he borrowed from someone and then forgot from whom and a mug cum pen stand with some pictures on it. In the far corridor few familiar faces rushing to the cafeteria, guess it was almost lunch time. But he wasn’t feeling hungry at all, blankly staring into that colorful screen of his. Last two years were flashing in front of his eyes. Presentations that ran till late, meetings which made him skip his planned breakfast and lunch, hiding into corners when he tried to be funny and no one in that room got that, proposals that he nailed, it was all there in that 40×45 ft room with wooden partitions here and there. He started it all with the other two, they were inseparable and it turned out great for their little venture. They saw ups and downs together. They had disagreements, big ones but they made it through. They fought over ideas sometimes for weeks and months. They did all-nighters and some of them were not at all fun. They lived on crumbs sometimes literally. They put a part of themselves in it, together. But they were just about to make it through and a grand one. But he couldn’t be a part of this. He just couldn’t. Only if he could tell them why he is leaving. Only if he could make it easier for them.

-Pallavi

Acrylic on Canvas: Part 5

Theme: Contrast

Poppies: On this stretched canvas on wood of size 12”*12” I intended to put only black and white to create a contrast. Contrast of dull and bright, of glee and woe and of light and dark. Background came out as dramatic and dull as I expected with use of a little glazing medium. A flower like poppy totally balanced the dreariness of the background but then I drew those dark buds. It seemed that only black and white are not enough to create the consonance. One of them always tend to overpower the other. The canvas needed a decisive factor. And red was perfect. With time I have learnt that the more you let go of control on the brush the more beauty gets added to the piece. Poppy’s petals are imperfect, stems are imperfect and even the pistil in the centre of flowers are imperfect. But together it turned out a perfect the-bedroom-wall piece.

 

Poppies on my bedroom wall

-Pallavi

That rainy day

Oh the lovely rain and your lovely timing
Oh the beauty of the peacock feathers
And the smell of wet grass under my feet
And above all you the music of drops and drizzle
As if you wanted me to tune in your rhythm.

Oh you chilly sweet breeze with a silky touch
Oh you swiftly bent branches of that olive tree
And the sound of sparrows swinging on you
As if you were leading me to make a twirl.

Oh you yellow flowers with a lot of red tint
And the blue sky with a mesmerizing rainbow
Oh the little pool with brownish green pebbles
As if you were making the stage for THE perfect dance.

-Pallavi