Atlataddi - Ladies Festival

http://www.teluguvaramandi.net/fes_atlataddi01.html

Prema Lekha -The Love Letter

 

 

When she received the letter snatched it and rushed away from everyone until she found herself quiet alone. She laid on her stomach feeling the coolness of the velvety grass. Then with great anticipation opened her letter, a letter from her beloved. The wind blew softly carrying with it the fragrance of her lover. The grass caressed her soft skin bringing forth those hidden feeling she kept buried deep inside her.

Chilaka - The pretty Parrot

Kalamkari Parrot

Dhyanam - Meditation

Dyanam is being in a meditative state where you lay aside all your mundane thoughts and responsibilities and see inside yourself. It is a state in which the soul tanscendents to another plane of existence and one discovers themselves.

Kalamkari Peacock

Recently I found the beauty in the traditional art of kalamkari so I have experimented on a few of my own. A blend of the traditional with the modren, but I tried to stay true to the original.

Chitrangadha

Chitrangada was not just a play, but a lyrical expression of Love by Rabindra nath Tagore. One must read this play to feel the anguish and esctasy of Love.
http://www.fullbooks.com/Chitra-a-Play-in-One-Act.html

 

 In the course of his wanderings, in fulfilment of a vow of penance, Arjuna came to Manipur. There he saw Chitrangada, the daughter of Chitravahana, the king of Manipura. She was always treated as a son and an heir to the throne. She wore boyish cloths and left the seclusion of the women's quarters to persue the art of war and indulged herself in game. On one such hunting expedition she came upon a charming young wanderer who made her feel like a woman. But Arjuna rebuffed her advances bluntly by saying that he took a vow of chastity. She suddenly became concious of her boyish looks and strong limbs that failed to stir his heart. Saddend by her lack of vanity and charm she returned to her palace.

The young lady fell deeply and irreversably in love with him but since she never learned the art of love like a woman, she prayed to God Madana and explained in despair her love. She begged for a single day of immense beauty so that she could capture his heart and make him her's. The God moved by her love granted her prayer and gave her one whole year of perfect beauty.

Chitrangada was not just a play, but a lyrical expression of Love by Rabindra nath Tagore. One must read this play to feel the anguish and esctasy of Love.
http://www.fullbooks.com/Chitra-a-Play-in-One-Act.html
 

Pencil shading

 The art of pencil shading lets you express yourself without hinderences. Not even a drop of colour is required to show those beautiful lushes woods in which you can lose yourself  or those lonely little hills that stand gruard over them.

House on the hills

I always wondered what it would be like to live on the edge. A tiny little cottage on the very edge of the cliff. Oh! what sight it would be to see the sun set and the moon rise without hinderences.

Tree

Blue Night

A lonely boat in the tides of time, sometimes sailing in the sunny seas, while other times in the calming blu seas.

Artistic birds

 

The tribal art of Andra has a unique style of its own.

Tunneling through the mountains

I love pencil shading

One moment there is a white paper in front of you and the next there is this picture looking out at you and all you need to achieve this is one pencil at your disposal.

No mixing colors, no brush cleaning, no paint all over the place. Just good clean drawing techniques

This is one of my own...
Hope you like it... 

Nagini

Nagini or nagakanya is a female snake. Hindu legends have many stories about kamarupadhari snakes which can assume any human form. They are always described to be extremly beautiful, and incredible dancers. The snake dance is an extremly complicated dance which require full body flexibility, complex moves with postures that resemble the movements of snakes.

Telugammayi

A traditional telugu girl welcoming you with a namaskaram.

Hema -Golden

Om Namah Shivaaya

In the beginning there was nothing but darkness; cold complete and utter darkness. The Universe was barren and still, void of all existence. Nothing existed, not a grain of sand or a speck of light or a hint of sound. Days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries could have gone by without anybody knowing, for time did not exist. And then there was light, a cosmic inferno burst out from this concentrated darkness tearing it apart with such a force that it filled the entire universe with its bright and blazing light.

The Primal Energy woke from his deep slumber.

Perspective Drawings



 

Recently I was helping a BFA student complete her record work. A part of it includes perspective drawing. Perspective drawing includes looking at a scenery in a different angle.

 



 







Abhaya Mudra

Celestial Maiden

Deva Kanya - A celestial maiden descending upon the earth for a vacation. Our puranas and itihasas mention that though swargalokam (the heavens) contain everything a man could ever wish for, the celestial beings often come to earth to enjoy the beauties of nature. They like to visit the beautiful waterfalls, they come to offer their obeisance to the Gods in the temples on earth, they come to look at the kings and princes who are famed to be good and courageous and favour them with their love. But they are also very temperamental, they are as notorious for their beauty as they are to curse those who offend them.

Usha

This goddess, representative of the Dawn, is a favourite object of celebration with the Vedic poets, and "the hymns addressed to her are among the most beautiful—if not the most beautiful—in the entire collection." * She is described as the daughter of the Sky, has Night for her sister.

Ushas is said † to travel in a shining chariot drawn by ruddy horses or cows. Like a beautiful maiden dressed by her mother, a dancing girl covered with jewels, a gaily-attired wife appearing before her husband, or a beautiful girl corning from her bath, she, smiling and confiding in the irresistible power of her attractions, unfolds her bosom to the gaze of the beholders. She dispels the darkness, disclosing the treasures it concealed. She illuminates the world, revealing its most distant extremities. She is the life and health of all things, causing the birds to fly from their nests, and, like a young housewife, awaking all her creatures, sends them forth to the pursuit of their varied occupations. She does good service to the gods, by causing the worshippers to awake, and the sacrificial fires to be lighted. She is asked to arouse only the devout and liberal, while she allows the niggardly to sleep on. She is young, being born every day; and yet she is old, being immortal.The people lost much of their poetic fire; hence the more human and practical deities caused the more poetical ones to pass into oblivion. The changing colours of the dawn are compared to the many-coloured robes of the dancing girl; the golden tipped clouds that appear ere the sun shines in his strength, are like the jewels of a bride decked for her husband; whilst the quiet modesty of the dawn herself is like a shy maiden, conscious indeed of her beauty, entering society under the protection of her mother.