Windmill. But I was also thinking of calling it Mixie grinder blades screw. Alas, as against either of the names I should have drawn one more blade which I did not.
This drawing is dedicated to the Dude, who complains whenever I draw nudes I give them hanging breasts and cheerless tortured faces. Here is a cartoon of cheerful, non-hanging breasted nudes. With the upwardness of the breasts, the general flow of energy in the composition has literally gone against gravity a bit.
Thirty!?!
middle age crisis
I’m getting hooked to the two-row panel format of stories (and Sakura Pigma Micron pens). However here goes a short-short illustrated story of my Joan of Arc of the playfiled.
The following is an account of a few things I have learned first-hand on night walks during this 'turtle season'. I have chosen to stick to the happier part of the story but that is by no means all of it.
For a few weeks now I have been walking on Friday nights on a stretch of the beach that runs northwards from Neelankarai to the south of the Adyar estuary in Besant Nagar, Chennai:
There were two reasons I wanted to reblog this for. One, I really liked it. Two, all of us - students of this one particular mathematical institute at Chennai (situated quite near to the beach; Ravi is a research scholar in the department of Physics here) - planned of joining the turtle walk a hundred times and chewed on that planned without really making it happen over years, whereas Ravi just did it.
It has not been a while since I came across an artist, whose work I liked. But it has indeed been a while since I felt moderately magnanimous to post about one. It is a syndrome with a name. It is called self-engrossment (see how gross it is just by how it sounds!). There are few necessary ingredients such as collecting some snaps of the artwork, selecting the best few – or at least the ones I like the best (unless it is someone like Tejas, who paints three beautiful canvases and goes back to Mathematics), but most of all finding a free day, when I actually feel that I have some time for people other than myself, whew!
Soutick Saha is an undergraduate student at the Chennai Mathematical Institute (CMI), in the department of Physics. I met him about a year ago in at a short art-appreciation course. It was one of those hardcore gatherings, where participants including myself determinededly and what is scarier very sincerely listened, chewed, learned, indigested, discussed and spat art all over the space. Soutick, with his many questions shot at the speaker with grave unstoppability, chilled my teeth to the roots within the first half an hour of the first session. But then in a few days I saw his paintings.
Of course this painting is called the divine love and what else can it be, but I will not hold that against it. The medium is oil pastel and soft pastel (and before I confirmed with the artist, I was thinking it was acrylic – so much for my artistic knowledge!).
Are they not beautiful? The one in the right – I think is my favourite! Take a look at his Buddhas too.
Among the works of Soutick that I saw I felt that paint is the right medium for him, or at least he is definitely more comfortable with it. But he has a way with pen drawings too and among many of his drawings this is the one I thought I quite enjoyed:
He has a set of thickly lined, serene but quite emotional pastel landscapes that verge towards the abstract. Some of these I liked instantly and some took a bit of time but eventually grew into me and I finally decidedly to consider myself lucky that I went to attend that art-course.
Some of the sculptures that he came up with for the Techno-fest at his institute this year impressed me a lot:
I did not notice it before, but his pen drawings indeed look similar to his wiry sculptures and while he has these lovely eggs in his installation, his drawings are full of birds and in fact even an egg as seen in the one above. May be there is a network of lines and ellipses within the so called right side of his brain, connecting his sculptures with his ink-marks. I would not mind at all to see some more work in this direction establishing this (equally probably non-existent) connection more strongly!
Now that I have got an opportunity to have a bet with myself about which style he is going to excel at, I hope Soutick starts to go deeper into the painful dilemma of how to keep his art alive along with his research in science. I hope that I get to win or lose instead of the deed going stale over the coming years.
When it comes to this particular drawing, my weariness at children is outshadowed by my excitement at having drawn this with real fancy drawing pens, if there is something like that. This is the first production out of my new set of Sakura Pigma Micron pens and I am sufficiently thrilled having possessed one bundle of those – finally making me feel all pro (not to be judged by the quality of the drawing but by the leaps of my heart at uncapping each slick cylinder of ink every single time).
Coming back to the drawing…
Just something on a man coming back home – based on a schoolbook story.
Here goes my freshly made set of four pagemarks based on Ettupede (eight-legged). They are Rs. 15/- each. Since no one is really going to buy, I could have put any price on them of course. But one must be fair even in dreams!
The above is my first-born in this series and my favourite too. Here goes the rest:
If you can find all the eight limbs in each of the pictures, you possibly get one pagemark free, or may be not!
I just like the big bad wolf in the story of Little Red Riding Hood. More so, as against the dumb chick with her dumb red cap and the gory woodcutter. Besides in some ways it always sounds like a story of an innocent trickster and her helplessly possessive lover.
Several versions can be found here. And here goes my own, which is slightly romantic in nature:
One more parody of popular fairy tales – loosely based on Grimm’s Frog Prince.
Incidentally, and it has got nothing to do with the cartoon here, it seems I didn’t know the end of this story in full details till I uploaded it here. Apparently the Frog Prince had a faithful servant named Henry, who waited for his master with his carriage and his eight horses, and with three iron belts laid round his heart so that it didn’t fall apart. Love this. This itself calls for another cartoon!
