Just to share!!

I am not a painter and I am not being modest when I say that! But there are two paintings I wish to share here and I am sharing it.





I did these two paintings back in may. I couldn't do the images I had in my mind but still this is a painting that does capture something. I didn't realize while doing it, I just wanted to fill colors into something for it was de-stressing me. But after a few days when I saw it again, It said something. Somewhere I feel this painting very well captures the mood of my poem Emptiness, Although I composed Emptiness long back and ofcourse I have overcome that emotion. Still Read the poem Here.








This painting I did just because I wanted to paint something. And ofcourse I couldn't go beyond the waters, grass, sky and a rock. This image was in my drawing book when I was in seventh standard so I re-drew it from my mind.











(c)2012 Priyaa Arora

Comments

  1. Rahul Bhatia17 December 2012 at 14:47

    You should continue to dable with brush, Priyaa:)

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  2. SG17 December 2012 at 21:08

    I very well remember that poem. This painting certainly captures that mood. As Rahul said, you should continue.

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    1. Priya Arora18 December 2012 at 13:49

      I was thinking about that but i think you din't read my last post, I have said something related to this :-)
      Glad you remember the poem, SG :-)

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  3. Noopur18 December 2012 at 16:24

    Hey I loved it!!
    And just love the colors you chose....
    Noopur
    http://apparitionofmine.blogspot.in/

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  4. Bikram19 December 2012 at 16:14

    practise makes a person perfect and these are lovely good colors toooo , i could not even dream of trying to make one like that nopeeeeeeeeeeee


    Bikram's

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  5. Priya Arora19 December 2012 at 19:39

    Noopur- Thank you :-)
    Bikramjit- Practice only makes us perfect when we practice the right technique. Practice at a wrong technique..it makes us worse!

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  6. Shilpa Garg24 December 2012 at 15:17

    The state of mind is beautifully captured in words as well as in colours! Good one... Keep expressing! :)

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    1. Priya Arora24 December 2012 at 19:43

      U really think so?? Thanks for encouragement!! :-)

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