tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80954983138124176822024-02-15T12:16:54.458+05:30Posh Also Makes StuffPoshgithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567703007664421967noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095498313812417682.post-25046726720371287402012-06-22T00:52:00.000+05:302012-09-03T14:45:01.502+05:30Thank you for the music!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Moving time! Blog resurrection is happening as we speak. 'Finally!' you say. Well yes indeed :)<br />
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Blogger has somehow lost its charm, so there's a shiny new tumblr now! Followers and friends, I'll now be blogging here: roshini-pochont.tumblr.com. Go and look! There's some new stuff, and I will, of course, TRY and be a regular blogger as well, I promise :D<br />
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A big thank you to each one of you who believed I could actually go on to study and make a living out of my creative pursuits...nothing makes me happier :) I've cherished every comment and piece of advice on this blog, and the constant appreciation and well-meaning criticism you've offered for my work...and sorry I can't take the comments with me to Tumblr :(<br />
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Do have a peek at my work now and then, and stay in touch! It means a lot :)<br />
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Poshgithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567703007664421967noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095498313812417682.post-59502740116348515472011-04-22T00:21:00.000+05:302011-11-25T17:55:36.736+05:30Illustration Friday: 'Journey'<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Mixing up some Shakespeare and the Indian Railways :) For me, train travel beats everything else! I'm yet to meet a cute boy on a train though :P</div>Poshgithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567703007664421967noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095498313812417682.post-69160627003153750422011-04-22T00:18:00.000+05:302011-04-22T00:18:00.304+05:30Coco<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKkl-GeDb0ak7i9NpSFFO0aE91ymYgx2ogosk9lzLeRCYDkgbHtmVaFuZiD6fj6CTWpPfgP_GypQQt05e3NQUxaxoPzgjZDy1PgYGNue3hQ_aVPGCmd3zOP4XFr9QzORtKzZ8YR4e5KzU/s1600/coco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="288px" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKkl-GeDb0ak7i9NpSFFO0aE91ymYgx2ogosk9lzLeRCYDkgbHtmVaFuZiD6fj6CTWpPfgP_GypQQt05e3NQUxaxoPzgjZDy1PgYGNue3hQ_aVPGCmd3zOP4XFr9QzORtKzZ8YR4e5KzU/s400/coco.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div></div>Poshgithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567703007664421967noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095498313812417682.post-39291989424591355702011-04-15T01:29:00.000+05:302011-04-15T01:29:31.085+05:30Illustration Friday: 'Bottled' 2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo7G602ivKcjpQIkihCl7zYfTd92aXbmGiYuMQKbDwFIuRwyyrhkAYdHSa5-4neKTm3TiyIYqJm4QdWuVMd_kHNhg_VZsobt5AEiLZ07yhTBhQUoN86P2g_rraWJKbbY5TmtFrskH83hE/s1600/Copy+of+scan0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo7G602ivKcjpQIkihCl7zYfTd92aXbmGiYuMQKbDwFIuRwyyrhkAYdHSa5-4neKTm3TiyIYqJm4QdWuVMd_kHNhg_VZsobt5AEiLZ07yhTBhQUoN86P2g_rraWJKbbY5TmtFrskH83hE/s400/Copy+of+scan0004.jpg" width="301" /></a></div><br />
This was the result of googling 'bottled' and coming up with the craziest hit.....the 'bottled' city of Kandor, apparently the capital city of Krypton. Superman trivia crash course :D And the idea of a bottled city! Too cool :) I tried to imagine a quaint Cinque Terre-like village inside it's own bottled world :) <br />
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Just some quick sketches of bottles (perfume and otherwise) and glass jars, to experiment with two things: (i) painting glass, which I've never attempted because of some stupid artistic fear, and (ii) trying out watercolour pencils, which suprised me with their brilliance :)<br />
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Happy accidents all around. I'm loving the learning experience :) and my first time making two submissions for a single topic! Here's a start. </div>Poshgithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567703007664421967noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095498313812417682.post-56611308018080586072011-04-15T01:12:00.000+05:302011-04-15T01:12:09.574+05:30I NEED a dog. Soon.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiEE4WK3a58uA1DN6k3Xbao1XJ9qQQEqpdeXpqibNvmHhg89Cr29Iov6X3YSAbiNoFDjRDVHHvO566Jkl_dxkolvyENWZcZ06ILrzcZSnLvqUPULzxF3fZi_aS9iRghLhPkNZUmkXqd0Y/s1600/Copy+of+scan0005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiEE4WK3a58uA1DN6k3Xbao1XJ9qQQEqpdeXpqibNvmHhg89Cr29Iov6X3YSAbiNoFDjRDVHHvO566Jkl_dxkolvyENWZcZ06ILrzcZSnLvqUPULzxF3fZi_aS9iRghLhPkNZUmkXqd0Y/s400/Copy+of+scan0005.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br />
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I had another idea for the topic, which I will do later, hopefully :) But Wall-E was playing on TV and I couldn't resist a very hastily-done scene :) CANNOT get enough of this movie. Period. :)</div>Poshgithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567703007664421967noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095498313812417682.post-63206418615909659162011-04-06T19:40:00.000+05:302011-04-06T19:40:38.896+05:30Transplendence<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigJcHRtV4DZWN5GkQBqNAkDS_eWXsv6iZcayCC62mxvLyB4cSqVDWFN40r3xWGoFAqqiVYYtPfy-oN46OgjuByw0tyvE3HreRtlqoMpX9wi8d6K1kvtpUngwSG4vRKzZyYP8DhBVbftoQ/s1600/angela+ahn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="277" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigJcHRtV4DZWN5GkQBqNAkDS_eWXsv6iZcayCC62mxvLyB4cSqVDWFN40r3xWGoFAqqiVYYtPfy-oN46OgjuByw0tyvE3HreRtlqoMpX9wi8d6K1kvtpUngwSG4vRKzZyYP8DhBVbftoQ/s400/angela+ahn.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>The first time I heard a performance of Angela Ahn's was on the unplugged version of 18 til' I die...that video has some serious move-you-beyond-the-limit-of-music power! Then recently I came across an old performance she gave with her sisters (The Ahn Trio) at TEDWomen talks. I love how they move and get absorbed in the performance. Music like this makes me want to slap myself for not listening to as many classical peices as I'd like to. <br />
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P.S. A first attempt at flesh tones in watercolour...it's all about keeping the layers at a minimum, I'm coming to learn :) anyone's got tips on painting skin in watercolour? Would appreciate it!</div>Poshgithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567703007664421967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095498313812417682.post-19094628100917872812011-03-30T14:36:00.000+05:302011-04-20T22:20:11.484+05:30Illustration Friday: 'Toy'<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8dygcUXpN0FCOCMk2TF2YVBmAkJT3ag8m7SVA47f8aE-MYnOcDkomA6QL0SaRrMDbUn0t-c000H3scjefbubSeEaLRCOJau295LPJyNnKSeLx5zvMe0NZdeu3RwjOEd-fXS4GAuEkwnA/s1600/Toy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8dygcUXpN0FCOCMk2TF2YVBmAkJT3ag8m7SVA47f8aE-MYnOcDkomA6QL0SaRrMDbUn0t-c000H3scjefbubSeEaLRCOJau295LPJyNnKSeLx5zvMe0NZdeu3RwjOEd-fXS4GAuEkwnA/s400/Toy.jpg" width="296" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I think it had something to do with her scented dress and strawberry-shaped purse...or maybe it was the way she came into my life. The day before my 8th (or 9th?) birthday, I spotted her in the only big toy shop in Vellore (the now extinct Nataraj...sigh) and pleaded in vain with Mum to buy it. But no, my parents had already gotten me a dress...frilly pink! God knows how I wore pink in my youth! :)...so a doll was ruled out. I tried not to cry and ruin my day, but vivid dreams of this doll with a gorgeous red dress hardly helped with the sleep. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I nearly died of happiness. And have since loved my parents a little bit more hahaha :D </div></div>Poshgithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567703007664421967noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095498313812417682.post-63371801839563475902011-03-24T19:09:00.003+05:302011-04-20T22:19:55.956+05:30Illustration Friday: 'Cultivate'<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKUg-D_ETYh6pb4PQToOS-soXxi_Pj2mmmGYNKEE6sSBXzPzadYrBGXy8fk9I2Nn8xpbBtojSELFYXW67ryuZ-tKXdXhV3CoCws2V6Nod4r-I0zVukuOyeYl9N8h1EuLE_92B-VOdrXe0/s1600/cultivate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="286" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKUg-D_ETYh6pb4PQToOS-soXxi_Pj2mmmGYNKEE6sSBXzPzadYrBGXy8fk9I2Nn8xpbBtojSELFYXW67ryuZ-tKXdXhV3CoCws2V6Nod4r-I0zVukuOyeYl9N8h1EuLE_92B-VOdrXe0/s400/cultivate.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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The first thing I thought of was Totoro helping Satsuki and Mei magically cultivate those acorns! :D One of my favourite scenes from the movie... Studio Ghibli love all over again! :) </div>Poshgithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567703007664421967noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095498313812417682.post-38066541887339801062011-02-24T22:26:00.000+05:302011-02-24T22:26:36.554+05:30Happiness is a stencil effect<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXK32kQnST34PwvYWngQJNdx77EPEHy3henZBR8p_yjOlIX0V3k65WrIAyzgp6a-n8vT2wwB5ktsg1GeIzJvAwFA3p64pEZblDq9IHnCO_mwPcIcLvKLLDrQ19-iiEuw4wu8MCVMO78OA/s1600/beatles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXK32kQnST34PwvYWngQJNdx77EPEHy3henZBR8p_yjOlIX0V3k65WrIAyzgp6a-n8vT2wwB5ktsg1GeIzJvAwFA3p64pEZblDq9IHnCO_mwPcIcLvKLLDrQ19-iiEuw4wu8MCVMO78OA/s400/beatles.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br />
I had to make someone pink, and Mr. Starr fit the bill :) </div>Poshgithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567703007664421967noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095498313812417682.post-77430826525878956712011-02-24T22:22:00.000+05:302011-02-24T22:22:39.032+05:30The travel bug! And Mr. Adams a.k.a. God<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSdCy7y1DTq27-iy5zMbPuXeSv0SuHYfa_p2b6oI8wg4PqjhoiuhkmflZIM-3f-htGuP9o7GMjl57kGEzYU9jQt_o1mwoi_kVkik_g7a0aWlDAKRnqkBHkcnsk_bdSjf79VV29qdqUTs4/s1600/pune1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="302" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSdCy7y1DTq27-iy5zMbPuXeSv0SuHYfa_p2b6oI8wg4PqjhoiuhkmflZIM-3f-htGuP9o7GMjl57kGEzYU9jQt_o1mwoi_kVkik_g7a0aWlDAKRnqkBHkcnsk_bdSjf79VV29qdqUTs4/s400/pune1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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My first encounter with 'proper' watercolour paper (after using handmade papers of varying thickness all this time, watercolour paper is like rain in the desert) had to be turned into a sketchbook, and the good book made its first few pages useful to document my Pune-Bombay trip! <br />
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What an awesome four-day whirlwind of pubs and Maharashtrian street food (so muuuuuuuch pav!), all sponsored by the beloved Brother :) And having it culminate in the first live concert of my sorry life: BRYAN ADAMS. Un.f-ing.believable. Thought I'd died and gone to heaven :)<br />
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Note to self - pat on back for starting to tolerate flying...more travelling on the cards! :)</div>Poshgithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567703007664421967noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095498313812417682.post-47666111542944052162011-02-22T19:46:00.000+05:302011-02-22T19:46:10.597+05:30Illustration Friday: 'Layer'<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4t4oMmDKyYnsHcjMCioBy9OnH5U-H3MpsgyR8cIgdUPM2ft36WCNynV9XPq-8d9dntvVbtp_7uWNvhqSehARdLNDhaD1HF0XJpV1aedhNwMT2R6aNSox_cIU3zUzDboT8iA0X4Sdl4yo/s1600/layer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4t4oMmDKyYnsHcjMCioBy9OnH5U-H3MpsgyR8cIgdUPM2ft36WCNynV9XPq-8d9dntvVbtp_7uWNvhqSehARdLNDhaD1HF0XJpV1aedhNwMT2R6aNSox_cIU3zUzDboT8iA0X4Sdl4yo/s400/layer.jpg" width="292" /></a></div><br />
No idea where this came from, but I think it has to do with me thinking about the 'layers' in rainbows, roses, and hair all at the same time. Made sense to put them together! Death is just the contrast, the inevitable foil :)</div>Poshgithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567703007664421967noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095498313812417682.post-46997343489456628512011-02-16T20:32:00.000+05:302011-02-16T20:32:02.782+05:30Illustration Friday: 'Sweater'<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHCn-W_KecKFvsFcWPhxytVu5vkH5PIGXjQOXxQUyvp4-ChhzLPgD7CNUaq3u6aMQ7W6jdldhqwV70DZehTLB2wUCCMweLLBHsspO0dNVwjCNBtRmXPejBz37KBxiwszCl7S_E53Fqhp8/s1600/sweater.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="293" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHCn-W_KecKFvsFcWPhxytVu5vkH5PIGXjQOXxQUyvp4-ChhzLPgD7CNUaq3u6aMQ7W6jdldhqwV70DZehTLB2wUCCMweLLBHsspO0dNVwjCNBtRmXPejBz37KBxiwszCl7S_E53Fqhp8/s400/sweater.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="left">Not that these guys would need sweaters in the climes that they live in! But I thought it would be fun to see them in each other's skins hehe :) </div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left">I wish someone would knit me a zebra print sweater! :)</div></div>Poshgithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567703007664421967noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095498313812417682.post-47783380026679412472011-02-08T21:23:00.002+05:302011-02-08T21:30:24.799+05:30Illustration Friday: 'Reverse'<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyV7MW0QdhJ1GedwKiBU_D-Sc1edQ-AdFfh9Bgu1rmF6TNUZ979ekRRstYpfHL_eSd31KR9swfwuKxrGb-iIiXcaT1qZqnjRSZqtS99oKf8RKSJoosZ9Dsaq4v7Odl6_U0mgIxEKmnD18/s1600/scan0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyV7MW0QdhJ1GedwKiBU_D-Sc1edQ-AdFfh9Bgu1rmF6TNUZ979ekRRstYpfHL_eSd31KR9swfwuKxrGb-iIiXcaT1qZqnjRSZqtS99oKf8RKSJoosZ9Dsaq4v7Odl6_U0mgIxEKmnD18/s400/scan0003.jpg" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What if the paintings in galleries could break free of their canvasses and run riot on the walls? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Click on the image to enlaaaaarge!</div>Poshgithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567703007664421967noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095498313812417682.post-26750042813536635882011-02-08T21:13:00.000+05:302011-02-08T21:13:48.713+05:30A Valentines's gift<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicKgaDJBnWADjhyphenhyphennx1e4zFhtph8ci-RJKw5Cb8kYOx78BDNX15baKLCGU9a49e2fNQM3HKJfCjVSsFts9VLhUa8eXQl9GKhOyVlqjXPHA6_6XeU6OHu5l2R1y9w4icrEb784fkwxe3ots/s1600/scan0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicKgaDJBnWADjhyphenhyphennx1e4zFhtph8ci-RJKw5Cb8kYOx78BDNX15baKLCGU9a49e2fNQM3HKJfCjVSsFts9VLhUa8eXQl9GKhOyVlqjXPHA6_6XeU6OHu5l2R1y9w4icrEb784fkwxe3ots/s400/scan0002.jpg" width="372" /></a></div><br />
For Sheethal and Rohit :)</div>Poshgithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567703007664421967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095498313812417682.post-15541636225756294082011-02-04T19:06:00.000+05:302011-04-20T22:20:44.743+05:30Ilustration Friday: 'Surrender'<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6C2f2Ly1JZsYcYj-InwH0nJMGdIlIbrsSLUpGWHChXjdV29Dw_7r5FRzZ6SmV-JBr7r16ov6GfVl_kIEgl1J9lQ3nLIGPPO8TIe7kHWwKVa2sInIID9c8aewepd-FCOCmu5VIo19FAc0/s1600/surrender.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="325" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6C2f2Ly1JZsYcYj-InwH0nJMGdIlIbrsSLUpGWHChXjdV29Dw_7r5FRzZ6SmV-JBr7r16ov6GfVl_kIEgl1J9lQ3nLIGPPO8TIe7kHWwKVa2sInIID9c8aewepd-FCOCmu5VIo19FAc0/s400/surrender.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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MACARONS!! I would surrender to them even if I was the cat in that window :) And to think I've not even tasted one yet...double sigh. But soon! :)<br />
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And here's the Laduree catalogue...just to fuel my macaron thirst :)<br />
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What a great location this would be to have a picnic :) And this tree actually <a href="http://ohjoy.blogs.com/my_weblog/2010/12/a-rainbow-tree.html">exists</a>. Sigh.<br />
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Does it show that ballet has been the only thing on my mind over the last week? :) This is what happens when you get blown away by <em>Black Swan</em> AND Tchaikovsky's music all at the same time! I'm currently obsessing over both, so what better way to illustrate 'Chicken' than a ballet theme :) If these girls were to prance on stage to Swan Lake, it would have to be called 'Hen Pond'. He he, bad joke. Enjoy the 'fowl' play :)<br />
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P.S. Drawing those skirts was the best fun I've ever had! :)</div>Poshgithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567703007664421967noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095498313812417682.post-57727019754237453432011-01-09T21:40:00.001+05:302011-01-09T21:40:53.773+05:30Illustration Friday: 'Deja Vu'<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP5xMpGUnWfqjYOvB33vsImgPkh0_u22j_1wFHzSrX3IljYH1YlJlov-UcNd2SEHgB9d78mMWdaP3dHb5mkITCfLGLvC1BlWvmXkJHveJf9yCU_6a2_uXEVMo2zHbV2leDfIHGKajppPc/s1600/dejavu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="315" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP5xMpGUnWfqjYOvB33vsImgPkh0_u22j_1wFHzSrX3IljYH1YlJlov-UcNd2SEHgB9d78mMWdaP3dHb5mkITCfLGLvC1BlWvmXkJHveJf9yCU_6a2_uXEVMo2zHbV2leDfIHGKajppPc/s400/dejavu.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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'Hey, didn't I just push you off the page?' <br />
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Deja vu...what goes around comes around :)Poshgithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567703007664421967noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095498313812417682.post-43054359780213047042011-01-09T21:34:00.001+05:302011-01-09T21:36:54.554+05:30May the force be with you<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtmrwT5dekn2QwXb32RvPzIOWgegTfzak0JbzqM0o_5clSHMSN4FuNlZI8iebLA0lTUh1tU_32j2Kl6hqhX2z_3J_E_LwdDXDoxVx8-fpZtl5Hh_Jz6e7Y-UjF2vBpkFBUzcoCl-Xg5rQ/s1600/bose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtmrwT5dekn2QwXb32RvPzIOWgegTfzak0JbzqM0o_5clSHMSN4FuNlZI8iebLA0lTUh1tU_32j2Kl6hqhX2z_3J_E_LwdDXDoxVx8-fpZtl5Hh_Jz6e7Y-UjF2vBpkFBUzcoCl-Xg5rQ/s320/bose.jpg" width="228" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My third portrait for The Hindu's Open Page! 'Big three' cheer :) This one was for a piece on scientist <a href="http://www.thehindu.com/opinion/open-page/article1073376.ece">Satyendranath Bose</a>, after whom those little 'force-carriers,' <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boson">Bosons</a>, are named :) </div>Poshgithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567703007664421967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095498313812417682.post-72725545003042246712011-01-06T19:48:00.000+05:302011-01-06T19:48:16.577+05:30Illustration Friday: 'Resolutions'<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzPAzKEgyW0vwWshWB8x-4CBMP7seuBt4TAJd_JE3notrnngpPVqv7C7kcUDfPGvDL_9s-4jyyd8nThiZ4ZK9RmT8qXGzRnf2IGaDow4KRiFQFu86Txe0BDTdt186arrFH6JN-H21Imv4/s1600/cinque+terre.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzPAzKEgyW0vwWshWB8x-4CBMP7seuBt4TAJd_JE3notrnngpPVqv7C7kcUDfPGvDL_9s-4jyyd8nThiZ4ZK9RmT8qXGzRnf2IGaDow4KRiFQFu86Txe0BDTdt186arrFH6JN-H21Imv4/s400/cinque+terre.gif" width="295" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>This is a more a life's resolution than a year's one (since a big pay-check isn't going to happen anytime soon!), nevertheless...I'm hoping to go to Cinque Terre someday! I mean, just look at it. A <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinque_Terre">group of five villages</a> clustered on a cliff on the Italian coast. What's not to lust after? It's unreal. I heard about the place last month and have been obsessing over it ever since. Nothing like a crazily whimsical place to fuel the wanderlust! More travelling on the cards this year :)<br />
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And here's marking my foray into <a href="http://www.illustrationfriday.com/">Illustration Friday</a>!! Every Friday a word-prompt goes up, and you get a week to illustrate it. Fun fun fun :) One of the big resolutions was to draw more this year and make the transition into full-time art, so this is step number one. Fingers crossed! :)Poshgithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567703007664421967noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095498313812417682.post-26012068715157366992010-12-20T00:49:00.000+05:302010-12-20T00:49:05.928+05:30The Fighter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_sGNoxfqLggTXCRYf3vP5Jni_w9Qd0rLBu4OpQqwSU2NeIopyzJtxNX2rnPRYAXzP2Vc3LeR6a3dVmTMASTO6MfJxxExzgUw-L2EfNfIflu2TKqdYWr3VxmB-ab_flLiGBSIYqZb-jMw/s1600/aru.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_sGNoxfqLggTXCRYf3vP5Jni_w9Qd0rLBu4OpQqwSU2NeIopyzJtxNX2rnPRYAXzP2Vc3LeR6a3dVmTMASTO6MfJxxExzgUw-L2EfNfIflu2TKqdYWr3VxmB-ab_flLiGBSIYqZb-jMw/s320/aru.jpg" width="263" /></a></div><br />
My second illustration for The Hindu's Open Page, where readers get to contribute stories...this was a piece on dissent and democracy...8 hours, 3 mis-sketches and no food later, I managed to arrive at some semblance of Arundhati Roy :) <br />
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Need to keep at the portraits and get better! :) <br />
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For the story, here's the <a href="http://www.thehindu.com/opinion/open-page/article961441.ece">link</a>.<br />
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(Telepathic plea to boss: Gimme more illustration assignments!! :))Poshgithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567703007664421967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095498313812417682.post-22377963985913033882010-11-11T00:37:00.000+05:302010-11-11T00:37:17.541+05:30Happy South Indian :)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A friend had been meaning to check out <a href="http://www.dakshinachitra.net/">Dakshin Chitra</a> for ages, so off we went last month. I've been to this beautiful cultural showcase/artists' village/generally awesome place twice already...but the craft bazaar and the wonderfully eerie houses set up in the tradition of each of the four Southern States keep beckoning :) Not to mention some super fun activities (like pottery and glass-blowing) and things to buy...this time I returned with super noisy clay rattles and a bamboo bow and arrow set (coooooolness) :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And my favourite place...the Room of Dolls from the Karnataka (or was it Andhra?) House. Just a light-filled room full of handmade wooden dolls hanging from the ceiling in circles. Just hanging there. Oh well. I FELL IN LOVE :)</div>Poshgithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567703007664421967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095498313812417682.post-3668672896520917472010-11-11T00:04:00.000+05:302010-11-11T00:04:56.486+05:30A view and some memories.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwaupvrMO_kzrOntFug1hHvqdb1rghlXCQFQ6XH9_4ChFWoVs2P4xvFrqdKspKj66UBQOmeQFhK9oH9x0zROlQ4ADMqNQswL9r8uvPcQKDFpeB57lSvHFtUTtPTHvhHmfYDBn894RCBPo/s1600/terrace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwaupvrMO_kzrOntFug1hHvqdb1rghlXCQFQ6XH9_4ChFWoVs2P4xvFrqdKspKj66UBQOmeQFhK9oH9x0zROlQ4ADMqNQswL9r8uvPcQKDFpeB57lSvHFtUTtPTHvhHmfYDBn894RCBPo/s320/terrace.jpg" width="318" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ahhhh, Shirdi. Where the Aloo Paratas contain the entire output of South America's annual potato crop. Where the Lassi is a gooey, creamy meal in itself. Where the Pav Bhaji has an entire Amul Butter packet floating in it. Sigh. Just isn't the same eating there now. Still...thanks for the memory :)</div>Poshgithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03567703007664421967noreply@blogger.com1