I had a purple chair when I was little, with a bright yellow smiley face painted on it It was the chair I sat on to eat, play or read.
We decorate pain in everyday life. Amidst the intricacies of nature and labyrinth of creation, we find ways to decorate pain Through stormy hail and torrential rains, we decorate pain with a dainty rainbow, In the darkest nights we decorate pain with specks of shimmering stars. Through the circle of life, the blooming and withering…
Is art about finding the right canvas, vibrant colours, and perfect set of brushes? Is it about the way the easel stands facing the light so you notice every stroke of paint, every dot and splash?
The sun is bright and harsh Searing through the vast sky Onto deserted roads And empty boulevards that once held ringing laughter.
4.6 billion years ago Amidst a disc of gas, dust and rocky bodies, the infant sun is born Over time, out of the chaos orbs of planets are formed One of them- Theia, comes charging towards the young earth with a gigantic impact Resulting in a swirling molten bright mess of magma rain clouds- synestia…
The mellow evening sky melts into a diamond studded blue, Setting the stage for the world of dreams.
Those warm memories you created Have left an imprint in your soul You remember-
Each time you pick up your pen and only truth flows out Each time you let your paint brush reflect your soul on the canvas
The paint brush hovers over the palette, The palette that has a multitude of colours And then dipping into a deep blue The colour spreads onto the white canvas, dousing it with serenity. A vibrant green of abundance blends into the blue, The hope of a striking yellow sparks a bounty of joy And the…
The breeze is young, and the glades of grass sway together The fiery globe suspended in the sky throws a wash of soft orange onto the vast field.