it is not fun being attacked by three pillos all at once. and the one on my neck is too painful to bear. i have my neck wrapped up in a shawl so that i can lean my head on it. if i stretch my neck, the pillo hurts a lot. and so i have to keep it lopsided…to the left. i will definitely make a comic out of this, coz i feel like one…and people in my house are laughing about it. now, i have a hot water bag on my shoulder. don’t ask me how i am managing to type.
i just had to post this silly drawing i made few hours back…it was a romantic session under the candle light, with my bamboo pens, paintbrushes and pencils and crayons. i like to keep it basic. i think i realize that i am more of a drawing person than a painting one. somehow, my motivation to take out my easel (which i bought for like Rs 6000! and that’s how many plates of momos????) and my canvas and oils, has gone out the window. i know i love to paint, but i am temporarily out of it.
i have been collecting envelopes instead. i get so many invitations to what not events at work and others get them too. envelopes end up in the bin. so i started collecting them to use them for collages. i have also been collecting news…news that appall me, that are stupid, that are sad, that are so heartless…working in the newsroom makes one too objective at times. everything becomes a piece of news…you start to think in columns and paragraphs. you start to write in template like sentences that lack any emotion whatsoever…that’s why i began collecting news in my sketchbook. things i come across in republica, in other local papers, on the internet, in magazines…
perhaps, these will become a series in the future. i am working on it, slowly…one envelope at a time.
(maybe, i need to add a disco ball in that drawing…)