Why I love the beach...

After several restless weeks in a Bangalore that refused to let go of the wintery chill, a few of us decided a beach trip was due.
Ive never been to Gokarna, even though home town is just a few skips away. My first visit there and I'm in love.
And as is must of all trip-happy-hippy beach places, there was music on the beach.
Boy, leftmost on guitar along with two French gypsy jazz playing fellows made lovely music while I sat right next, sketching and trying to draw as much heat from the nearby bonfire.

And a customary sketch dump from the two wonderfully lazy days.

Hope you have a great weekend!

Hello lady!

She's been sitting in my computer, scanned from an old sketch, for a very very long time. One semi drunken evening, I decided to colour her.
She smiled, sang to me all kinds of wonderful, strength filled love letters, stroked my hair and then gave me one big push when I needed it the most. 

Ah! Technology...

working with clunky computers is no fun. :(

Hell hath no...

Nothing more ferocious than a pissed off woman, yes?
Unfortunately, I just had to face a kick-in-the-gut kind of heartache. Normally I'm one of the more peaceful people around and the women I draw are the gentle, flower wearing, beach loving kinds. But nothing like having someone scorn you to bring out the inner Kali faced-skull wearing-Imma eat soup from your severed head-breed of anger.

Im really enjoying this linocut esque style right now. Mostly because slowly scratching away all the lines and negative spaces while listening to Susheela Raman's version of 'Voodoo chile' is great, great catharsis for this sad heart.

And a film was born

Finally, as promised, my classroom project is up.

Ive been typing out the official synopsis of this film so often, that I dont feel like doing it again here. So all I'll say is that this is sorta my love letter to the sea.

Also I made this comic below during the last few days that I was finishing up my film (this was in April)

Click to enlarge please

And as cliched as I think the whole my-film-is my baby line is, making one from scratch sure felt like one. Though of course, my knowledge about birthing babies is limited to... well... that it happens!

I hope you enjoy and please do leave feedback!

That beachy feeling

So it hit me again. I want, no, NEED to go to the beach. Anyone who even vaguely knows me, will tell you that I find the sea and beach mesmerising. Though I dont know why Im getting sudden pangs. Maybe because Avirup has been talking about a trip to Diu a lot lately.
Maybe its because of these moody rains that wont let up.
Or my rainy mood that wont either...
Also Ive been thinking of my classroom project again (Im uploading it, I promise!), so I guess thats where the imagery comes from.

And yes, thank you Nandini for kicking my ass a little and getting me to do this!

Tried the whole photoshop brushes jazz, though I must admit I half assed my way through the backgrounds :P

Dancing queen

The original one.

Meant to draw it as a foil to natraja's more aggressive force, and while the figure of natrani does exist I wont say that my drawing is an accurate representation of her.

I drew it at a time when my body was complaining that I wasn't dancing enough. I guess thats why it took me months to finish this, since she kept reminding me of what I was missing. Maybe now that the painting is done I'll move a little bit more.

Micron pen and inks on cartridge.