Playing with Colour

This was one of those pictures that was supposed to have turned into something but ended up something else. I just had fun laying the colour and playing with it...

Sea? Not Sea? Whatever, i enjoyed splashing around in candy colour.


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sweet potato flower

Not Worth It

We the public, are easily, lethally offended. We have come to think of taking offence as a fundamental right. We value very little more highly than our rage, which gives us, in our opinion, the moral high ground. From this high ground we can shoot down on our enemies and inflict heavy fatalities. We take pride in our short fuses. Our anger elevates, transcends.
-- Salman Rushdie. East West.

A friend I used to know, I’ll call him Bloke, dropped by at my place. We were meeting after many, many years. We sat at the dining table and he told me what had happened to his life in the interim. He had sorted out family problems. Gotten his sister married. Built up the family business. Kicked out his wife's lover. Built a house for his mother. Wonderful! After listening to him, one would think it would be my turn to tell him about my life. But Bloke decided he knew everything about me already. What's more, he decided he knew how I should run my life as well. He had sorted out his issues after all, so why not sort out the rest of us? So he started advising me. “You’re like this!” he stated, “You’re like that!” and then, “You shouldn’t be like this!” he declared, “You should try to be like that!”

I should probably have gotten into a heated argument of self justification with him.
I should have raged indignantly about his pomposity for weeks afterwards. But there is something about hitting a landmark Birthday that has led to the realization that people will always be who they are. And I have come to realize how precious that thing called time is. And how blessed I am that I still have the energy to want to do the things I really want to do.
Since I had already made the unfortunate choice to waste some time on Bloke, I didn’t think I wanted to waste my energy on him as well.
So I just sat and watched for a while, this arrogant, empty- headed donkey braying loudly at me.
I wondered at myself for having hung out with him and his gang years ago.
After a while, I asked him to leave. Nicely.

Bloke phoned me the next day, and the next.
Unfortunately I couldn't answer his call.
I was so busy being who I am.


Here is another example of a donkey.

in the dead of the murky green night

green roses bloom in water


a tiger surveys her domain


a lethal multi pronged monster awaits its prey...



and in the orangey daylight

a persimmon sits at my desk (first one i've ever eaten!)



and after a very long time, another page of redbook is done!


i do apologize for this rather dreadful post. i've finally finished all the many, many things that one needs to do to make a life run smoothly and hopefully the next post will have more gravity and substance (;-D) than the bull* here.

Night Tree

My reward may just be to feel good about what I am doing, and if that is all there is, that is still a wonderful gift.
-- Robert Burney


* This is exciting photography >>>. Thanks Owen :-)
* Women's blogging

Walking through a Wonderland

Legend says that if you know how to build a truck, you can get all the parts required to build it in the shops on Siddiah road. Storytellers have said that even pieces from the World trade centre on the other side of our earth have made their way here. But when I walked down Siddiah road today, I saw a lot more than just spare parts for trucks. Come with me, while I show you some of the amazing things that I saw in this strange and beautiful wonderland –



Look at The Man with Red Eyes. He called me over and asked me to take his picture.


This is The Keeper of the Green Shop


He grows his special Metal Roses here


Look at those strange objects!
This is an enormous bone of a prehistoric animal


And that’s the web of the native Siddiarantula spider which weaves its web out of glass


And these are the coloured eggs of a very rare and secret species of bird for sale, the details of which i am bound by oath not to divulge here




Yes! This place is a gargantuan installation and all those who work here are very skilled and specialized artists.
Look at this brilliant work of art!


Say ‘Ah!’ to these fascinating textures


Here is a painting in rust


And an abstraction in blue


This is some pretty mind blowing sculpture


Oh yes, I know you want to look some more, so I'll tell you how you can go there.
If you click on this magic spot right here and say 'sa mo sa', it will transport you to wonderland where you can see lots and lots more astounding objects and people of great beauty.
I hope you enjoyed your visit.
:-)

the green well

Colours, like features, follow the changes of the emotions.
-- Pablo Picasso

illustration blogs that i would like to share with you:
Gabriel Pacheco
La Bloguerie
Aimar Ilustrado
samuel ribeyron
pablo auladell
peter de seve


enjoy!