Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
A joke book for Chintan!
It all started with telling Chintan this joke, which I heard from KJ:
What did the Buddhist say to the hot dog vendor?
"Make me one with everything."...!
The Buddhist paid the hot dog vendor and the hot dog vendor moved to the next customer. When the Buddhist asked for change, the hot dog vendor said.....
"Change comes from within!"
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Come to the Edge
The book of poems Angie and I put together for Adi on his last birthday (though now a little wet and smudged). The title comes from this poem:
Come to the Edge
by Guillaume Apollinaire
"Come to the edge."
"We can't. We're afraid."
"Come to the edge."
"We can't. We will fall!"
"Come to the edge."
And they came.
And he pushed them.
And they flew.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Morning : Agnes Martin
Morning 1965Agnes Martin
Acrylic and pencil on canvas
Acrylic and pencil on canvas
"I was painting about happiness and bliss and they are very simple states of mind I guess. Morning is a wonderful dawn, soft and fresh.''
From Agnes Martin's obituary in The Times:
"At a glance, or from a distance, her work looks like nothing at all. Square canvases are so palely touched with colour they might almost be blank. Considered slowly and carefully and close-up, however, the whole surface comes alive. Every detail counts, as the viewer is gripped by an intricate and endlessly fascinating interplay of irregular graphite lines and thinly layered bands or strokes of paint."
...
" To the end of her days her methods and concerns remained the same. She had no studio assistants (“I don’t know what they’d do”), and her only concession to age was to reduce the size of her canvases (after 32 years) from 6ft by 6ft to 5ft by 5ft so that she could still lift and carry them herself.
Well into her eighties she was working in the studio from 8.30 to 11.30 each morning. She would then have lunch in her favourite restaurant in Taos, and read at home in the afternoon — Agatha Christie was a favourite author — before going to bed by about 8 o’clock. She never owned a television, and by the time she died had read no newspaper for 50 years.
It was the life she wanted. “I have a very quiet mind,” she said a few years ago. “I worked hard for that. It took a lot of discipline.”"
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Children's Book Illustrations I Love
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