#275

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

Street Art or Is It?

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

There were 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!

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

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.

A Sea Of Love

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

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. 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, with the delicate shades of green.

I walked around for a long time, and deep within the heart of this fantastic craziness discovered some old 19th Century ruins made out of sandstone. I found 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

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)

Delicate Lines

I have been sketching again 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 in 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

Benzy

A Frozen Second

A second frozen in time. Our heroine waiting to be kissed.

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