Exciting times. I’ve enrolled for a short term course at UODA under the guidance of Shahid Kabir, renowned Bangladeshi Printmaker and Painter. For a while at least, the finished pieces getting on to this blog are likely to be prints. Enjoying painting with oil and hope I can pick it up again after the printmakingContinue reading “Lost in thought”
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Je ne veux pas travailler
We have many street vendors in Dhaka. This flower seller’s expression caught my attention. It’s turned out to be more aggressive mostly because of what I read into the situation and the stories that I built around him which kept me occupied when painting. Using oils after a break. The first painting is yet toContinue reading “Je ne veux pas travailler”
Fair game?
The teasing, taunting and sometimes worse that women have to endure while on the roads is a reality in quite a few cities in our world today. Many are the excuses that are given as if to say that in the saying it makes it alright. That she was dressed inappropriately, that she walked suggestively,Continue reading “Fair game?”
Waiting
The goal is visible yet seems so far away. “Waiting” was an attempt at getting away from the details and realism that I was getting bogged down with. Simplify, simplify, simplify was my mantra. It is my first complete painting in 2008 and the plan is to make a larger one based on this evenContinue reading “Waiting”
An afternoon in Ashulia
And now my “series” has a name! An afternoon in Ashulia. This makes it all of three pieces in my newly named series. 😀 The Ashulia Lady was accompanied by a gentleman and came down the road along with the garment factory workers. The two held themselves a little aloof from the others but stoppedContinue reading “An afternoon in Ashulia”
Ashulia series
I’ve just finished the second Ashulia portrait and I’m already calling it a series 😀 Oil on a 10″ X 12″ canvas board. Photo reference copyright Anil Advani used with permission.
Paan khaye
I first noticed him standing across the road, arms akimbo, watching us take photographs. After a while he came over unasked and posed confidently for Anil. He had this glint in his eyes, a wide open smile showing teeth stained with betel nut juice and a look suggesting we were bananas taking photographs of peopleContinue reading “Paan khaye”
A journey begins
It all started thanks to my younger sister, Gala. I had taken some drawing lessons in Feb and was stuck on wanting to paint but couldn’t/hadn’t taken the first step. And it was around then that I came to visit my sister in July 2004. She sort of nudged me to it by giving meContinue reading “A journey begins”
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