Warm December

Wrapping it all up once again. Two decades and a score. We survived the Apocalypse. We are survivors. On looking back the best part of my year was the gypsy eyed girl with the black bandanna that I shared a brief encounter with. May you be forever wild. Amen.

Happy Holidays!

Ben

But I have promises to keep

And miles to go before I sleep

— Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on A Snowy Evening

Cherry Life

If the orb really cracks up today
 I have no regrets.

Against The Wind

I'm older now but still running

Against the wind

— Bob Seger, Against the Wind

When In Egypt

Made this doodle in my History class today. Before you judge, I'm not really proud of what I did in class either. But tell me this, who doesn't love dancing Egyptians?

Broken

#240

You gallantly walk into the room 
fashionably throw your shadow on the wall
and carelessly touch me in places I never knew existed

Vistas (vol. 2)

This is the second volume of sketches that I did during the last couple of days. This time I decided to pay tribute to some of the old masters, some of my favorite painters. These sketches are my rendition of some of my favorite artworks. I worked with a pen and there was absolutely no space for mistakes, but then again there was no need for perfection either. I enjoyed working on these sketches very much. I hope you like them. 

The sketches are in the following order:

1. 'Wild Poppies'    - 1873 -  by Claude Monet
2. 'The Skiff'          - 1879 -  by Pierre - Aguste Renoir
3. 'Stonehenge'     - 1836 -  by John Constable
4. 'Starry Night'     - 1889 -  by Vincent van Gogh

P.S. - Once again, please click on picture and maximize for a better viewing experience. Cheers. 

Vistas

I started a new project yesterday. Creating spaces with simple ingredients - paper, pen and imagination. These sketches are quite different from my earlier drawings but they nevertheless tell stories. I enjoyed working on them. They demanded very little time and gave me much freedom. I hope you like them.

P.S. - Click on picture and maximize for a better viewing experience. Cheers. 

Love: A History

                     JACK

         Whatever happens in the end, she said, I
         don't want to loose you as my friend. He
         looked into her eyes. I promise I will
         never be your friend, no matter what,
         ever. Her voice cracked. If we fuck, I'm 
         going to feel like shit tomorrow. That's
         OK with me, he said. He lifted her shirt
         over her head. I love you, she said. I
         never hurt you on purpose. He nodded. I
         don't care.

            He would not be going to Italy.


— The Darjeeling Limited, 2007

Brittle Things

Wasted coffee. Dammit.