there's an amazing sensation of purity in drawing nudes:
http://www.kariyal.com/draw/nude1.jpg
I took up human anatomy to specialize in in my third and fourth year in Art school. It's difficult and it challenged me then and still does. The human body is by the best creation of all time, before and after sliced bread. The way a nude can express itself has to be why the Renaissance artists painted nudes so much.
It took another 5 years of practising anatomy with two reference books and human model drawing at the National Gallery of Modern Art on Sundays. This duration of practise after leaving art school was done in weekends and after work hours at home. Now, I can draw figures from imagination, which is a state of being at the doorstep of real control; drawing from what one knows and more importantly, understands.
My Heroes: Michaelangelo, Da Vinci and more recently, Frank Frazetta, whos fantasy art reflects technical expertise as well as a grand imagination.
time out needed to pack a slr and a sketchbook in a rucksack, sit astride a royal enfield and ride off to anywhere
Friday, September 19, 2003
there's an amazing sensation of purity in drawing nudes:
http://www.kariyal.com/draw/nude1.jpg
I took up human anatomy to specialize in in my third and fourth year in Art school. It's difficult and it challenged me then and still does. The human body is by the best creation of all time, before and after sliced bread. The way a nude can express itself has to be why the Renaissance artists painted nudes so much.
It took another 5 years of practising anatomy with two reference books and human model drawing at the National Gallery of Modern Art on Sundays. This duration of practise after leaving art school was done in weekends and after work hours at home. Now, I can draw figures from imagination, which is a state of being at the doorstep of real control; drawing from what one knows and more importantly, understands.
My Heroes: Michaelangelo, Da Vinci and more recently, Frank Frazetta, whos fantasy art reflects technical expertise as well as a grand imagination.
http://www.kariyal.com/draw/nude1.jpg
I took up human anatomy to specialize in in my third and fourth year in Art school. It's difficult and it challenged me then and still does. The human body is by the best creation of all time, before and after sliced bread. The way a nude can express itself has to be why the Renaissance artists painted nudes so much.
It took another 5 years of practising anatomy with two reference books and human model drawing at the National Gallery of Modern Art on Sundays. This duration of practise after leaving art school was done in weekends and after work hours at home. Now, I can draw figures from imagination, which is a state of being at the doorstep of real control; drawing from what one knows and more importantly, understands.
My Heroes: Michaelangelo, Da Vinci and more recently, Frank Frazetta, whos fantasy art reflects technical expertise as well as a grand imagination.
Monday, September 15, 2003
Today, a trucker refused to give bribe to a cop. The cop overtook him and shot him dead. 5 years back a middle aged woman was raped along with her two daughters by cops. The cops went back on duty as usual and no justice was served. Salman Khan is still scott free after having killed a man. Let me not start on what politicians are upto. Now, here's a viewpoint on patriotism. I am told to love my country no matter what. Had I been born in Sweden or Switzerland, would I have regretted not being born here? So what's happened here is that I got dropped in this great land by the storks and a 'Mera Bharat Mahaan' sticker was slapped on my forehead. Why, I want to know, should I love my country for this? The 'Mera Bharat Mahaan' isticker is an excuse for us to bypass all our problems. If I am a law-abiding decent citizen, do I not deserve a decent society?
The brain-drain we complain about has these undercurrents which justify leaving this country. It's NOT just about money and career. Get the hell out while you can. You never know when the government comes out with protocols which identify individuals that can generate value and restrict visas for them.
The brain-drain we complain about has these undercurrents which justify leaving this country. It's NOT just about money and career. Get the hell out while you can. You never know when the government comes out with protocols which identify individuals that can generate value and restrict visas for them.
Today, a trucker refused to give bribe to a cop. The cop overtook him and shot him dead. 5 years back a middle aged woman was raped along with her two daughters by cops. The cops went back on duty as usual and no justice was served. Salman Khan is still scott free after having killed a man. Let me not start on what politicians are upto. Now, here's a viewpoint on patriotism. I am told to love my country no matter what. Had I been born in Sweden or Switzerland, would I have regretted not being born here? So what's happened here is that I got dropped in this great land by the storks and a 'Mera Bharat Mahaan' sticker was slapped on my forehead. Why, I want to know, should I love my country for this? The 'Mera Bharat Mahaan' isticker is an excuse for us to bypass all our problems. If I am a law-abiding decent citizen, do I not deserve a decent society?
The brain-drain we complain about has these undercurrents which justify leaving this country. It's NOT just about money and career. Get the hell out while you can. You never know when the government comes out with protocols which identify individuals that can generate value and restrict visas for them.
The brain-drain we complain about has these undercurrents which justify leaving this country. It's NOT just about money and career. Get the hell out while you can. You never know when the government comes out with protocols which identify individuals that can generate value and restrict visas for them.
Tuesday, September 02, 2003
Tuesday, July 22, 2003
I walk up to the edge. The cliff edge is a good kilometre high from the lush green terrain below. If I had vertigo, I wouldn't be up here. I let go of my backpack and stand at the edge, wondering- what now. The soil crumbles at my feet. Then it begins.
I lose weight, rapidly. My t-shirt and Nikes disintegrate into shreds and I don't seem to care at all. I look down at my feet and see the cliff edge break down further between my toes. Suddenly, I experience excruciating pain on my back and arms. Feathers grow instantly. My arms increase in length and I feel this sudden surge of energy in them. I lose more weight, my bones feel hollow and my chest swells. I'm a bird!
The cliff edge gives in and I drop. I approach the earth like a rock and as I get closer, I can see children playing in the fields below. I fear not the hurtle and I spread my wings out. The feathers tilt to let the air through. Then I pull my arms down and instinctively, I can control every feather, still growing. I close in my feathers and create an air pocket below. The fast approaching ground slows down as I swoop down and I am close enough to gently brush the grass with the tips of my wings. The children are appalled at the sight of me. Some find it amusing and run along as I glide along the earth. I play a game of trying to keep my shadow on them as I rise up. I turn my head up and head for the sky.
The blue sky above feels like home, where I am more comfortable. I afloat aimlessly, without having to beat my wings too hard. I glide for hours like a condor. Then, I settle down back on the cliff edge from where I stare at the ocean in the horizon. I know I can make it to the other side of this planet. I take off in full flutter...
I lose weight, rapidly. My t-shirt and Nikes disintegrate into shreds and I don't seem to care at all. I look down at my feet and see the cliff edge break down further between my toes. Suddenly, I experience excruciating pain on my back and arms. Feathers grow instantly. My arms increase in length and I feel this sudden surge of energy in them. I lose more weight, my bones feel hollow and my chest swells. I'm a bird!
The cliff edge gives in and I drop. I approach the earth like a rock and as I get closer, I can see children playing in the fields below. I fear not the hurtle and I spread my wings out. The feathers tilt to let the air through. Then I pull my arms down and instinctively, I can control every feather, still growing. I close in my feathers and create an air pocket below. The fast approaching ground slows down as I swoop down and I am close enough to gently brush the grass with the tips of my wings. The children are appalled at the sight of me. Some find it amusing and run along as I glide along the earth. I play a game of trying to keep my shadow on them as I rise up. I turn my head up and head for the sky.
The blue sky above feels like home, where I am more comfortable. I afloat aimlessly, without having to beat my wings too hard. I glide for hours like a condor. Then, I settle down back on the cliff edge from where I stare at the ocean in the horizon. I know I can make it to the other side of this planet. I take off in full flutter...
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