Showing posts with label painting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label painting. Show all posts

Saturday, April 26, 2008

In love with Patachitra



The art of Patachitra just fascinates me. It is a folk art from Orissa, that dates back to the 5th century. The painting are made using the easily available materials in the villages. The canvas is prepared using a mixture of tamarind paste and lime stone on cloth that is let to dry. The pigments used are made from naturally available materials that is indigenous to the state. The pictures usually depict the Lord Jagannata mostly, but also are popular for their representations of the stories of lord Krishna and rama, and many other gods and godesses that Hindus worship.

The introduction alone does not justify the beauty of the paintings that can be seen. Their vibrant colors just draw you to the paintings. Though the central theme is a god or goddess, they are not represented in divine centric paintings , instead most of them are story boards of various stories of the gods and goddesses. Our eyes are not just stopped at one epic central theme, but are invited to wander all over the painting, taking in minute details, of how the artist represents the gods. The borders are equally rich, beautifully framing the theme. These paintings remind me that people don't want their gods in a pedestal, but want them to be almost human. Each character is given a personality, not just background to a theme, but with a story of their own. For now I will just satisfy my addiction, by trying and painting one.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

A world with my hands

I Started working 2 weeks after my last college days and was a workaholic. Neither marriage, or motherinlaw changed the craze or seemed to slow me down. Then one day a bundle arrived that changed every thing. I was a mom, and taking care of the little one become my job. I was home bound and baby bound. People who become mothers will tell you that baby caring will take up all your energy and attention. Yes my busy toddler had me physically exhausted, but I craved a mental challenge, that I missed from my working days. I worked in the creative field back at work, Now I touched the computer only if I had to search something i needed to know for baby care. I found myself talking to my former office colleagues about babies, and other mothers with babies about my work. Things had to stop before I lost control. So I began my journey into painting . Every day for two hours (the time my baby slept in the afternoon)I painted and painted lost in the world of colors and thoughts, all my own , full of rich stories and ideas, and suddenly the dam had burst, I have now become a paint-o-holic, unable to stop doing projects after projects. Now all my spare time(something I find is getting even more scarce as my toddler requires even less nap time)is spent on creating a world with my hands.