Hard time with soft pastels!

It is since quite a long time I am trying to draw with soft pastels.
They colour my fingers more than my papers! There is always a threat that the picture is going to get spoiled
if someone touches it. But shading is always a fun.Drawings are quite speedy and the `soft' feelings of

the heart the paper only knows the best!
One must really experience it once!!

yet to learn..

People always say,"water colour is a difficult medium."
It is a truth ..I have experienced it every time I have tried.
But it takes few minutes to get it on paper.
When  I try it..I really don't know where to stop and most of the time
I overdo it.And once I realize that it is beyond correction.
It is bit funny but playing with water colours is like talking to
a person ,who is so sensitive..even if you are little harsh in doing it,
what you hear is a `cry!'

Timeless Tagore

150 year celebration going on for
Ravindranath Tagore all over the world.
Celebrations will continue till 2013
which is centenary year of he getting Nobel.

Amazing to learn about him,his life.
These are few sketches I did yesterday.

`paint' ideas..

By using the `paint' on computer I  used to sketch and try out some spray and other devices.These are few of those `paint'ings!

खेळता खेळता

त्या दिवशी
मालवणच्या ‘नाथ पै सेवांगणात’
मी पुन्हा एकदा
बचत गट कार्यकर्त्यांशी गप्पा करत होतो.
मला वाटतं, २३ फेब्रुवारीची सकाळ होती ती.
आम्ही वर्तुळाकार बसून बोलत होतो.

"मी एक वाक्य बोलेन.
मग ओळीनं प्रत्येकानं
आपलं एकेक वाक्य त्याला जोडत जायचं.
अशी एक गोष्ट तयार होईल असं बघायचं."
असं मी म्हटलेलं.

सुरुवातीला साशंक असणारे
सगळे हळुहळू गोष्टीत छान रुळू लागले.
प्रत्येकाच्या विचारानुसार आणि भावनिक स्थितीवर
गोष्टीत बदल होत होते.
सगळ्यानाच मोठी गम्मत येत होती.
हसण्याचे आवाज सगळीकडे व्यापून राहिले
आणि रंगत वाढतच गेली.
चार-पाच गोष्टी तयार झाल्या.

 सगळ्यानाच आश्चर्य वाटत होतं या नव्या खेळाचं!
गोष्टीतून आम्ही आजच्या स्त्रीचे प्रश्‍न समजून घेत होतो.
मी एकट्यानं काही बोलत रहाण्याऐवजी सगळेच बोलत होते .
सगळ्यानाच आपली मतं मांडता येत होती..

खेळता खेळता!

colours of life

We live in a house surrounded by trees.
Hence I come across leaves
of various colours.
They are shiny green
when on a tree.

They have no time to look at the earth.
If at all they find some
they will see the range of colours
they have to go through!
Leaves go on changing colours
when they leave the tree.
And ultimately turn into the earth again.

people around

Life is made interesting
by the people around you.
I try to remember them
even when i am alone.
And I am not alone then.
They are with me.