Sunday, November 19, 2017

But what if I fail of my purpose here?
It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
to dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,
and baffled, get up and begin again.

Robert Browning 

Saturday, February 25, 2017

Srimandir- a distance view

The Spring

Painted on A3 size watercolour paper

“Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.”

Khalil Gibran