30.3.13

#275

For once,
shed your pride
and make love like a real woman.

27.3.13

Street Art or Is It?

A couple of weeks back some young artists got together and decorated the age old University walls with paintings, each taking up a section. The result is a collage of colorful artworks depicting certain socio-political problems : violence against women, global warming, gore in cinema etc. 

Fifty artworks in total, all interesting in their own way. Here are some of my favorites. I especially like the second one - a touch of Jackson Pollock!








24.3.13

Spring 2013


    She turned to the sunlight
    And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
    "Winter is dead.” 

― A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young

21.3.13

A Tender Yearning

The silent mornings saturated with explosions of warm light, 
dark nights full of stars, and the ageless smell of mango groves. 
I really do miss home these days.


18.3.13

A Sea Of Love

So, fuck it. Last night was a complete experience. And, I'm down to three pills a day. Life's good. 


And this moment keeps on moving
We were never meant to hold on.

— Jack Johnson, Adrift

14.3.13

To Be Free

February 28, 2013. I ventured out into the wilderness to soak up the warmth of the new season; to experience absolute freedom for a moment or two. It was an exhilarating feeling ‒ getting lost. No maps, no roads, no direction; just me and my soul in a holy communion with the savage beauty of the wild, the delicate shades of green.

I walked around for some time, and deep within the heart of this fantastic craziness, discovered some old 19th Century ruins made out of sandstone. I picked out a nice spot to sit on, and wrote in my journal for almost two hours. I embraced it all. I was me, my life was mine, and for that sweet moment I was free. 








“We all seek for lost things within us.” 
― Toba Beta, Master of Stupidity

11.3.13

Chasing Angels In The Cemetery

Sacred To The Memory 
of
James Cousin Skinner
(28th July, 1846 - 3rd December, 1903 )

Sacred To The Beloved Memory 
of
Alice Georgiana Skinner 
(5th November, 1861 - 7th March, 1923)

7.3.13

Delicate Lines

I have been sketching a lot lately. I first experimented with this style back in 2011. Last month, as I was going through my old sketches, I developed a fresh interest for the style and so I sat down and did a few more. I must admit, it feels tremendously good to be back on my working table. I really needed some graphite back on my fingers. 

Here are some old and new sketches from 2011 and 2013. 

Have a nice day. Cheerio.
Benzy





3.3.13

A Frozen Second

So, this is the moment. A second frozen in time. Our heroine waiting to be kissed. 



1.3.13

De Nouveau

"Maybe... you'll fall in love with me all over again."

"Hell," I said, "What do you want me to do? Ruin me?"

"Yes. I want to ruin you."

"Good," I said. "That's what I want too."




— Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms