Painting All Day

Bamboos

Stormy Sea

Lotus Pond

Sunflowers

Blues

Calm Day

Nude 1

Nude 2

I Sleep and Wake with Kabir

I sleep and wake with Kabir - literally! I mean that I am singing Kabir, as I fall asleep, and I am singing Kabir as I slowly awaken - not knowing which came first the singing or the awakening. And so the days pass to words...

Piya Mera Jagata mein Kaise Soi...
(My love is awake, how do I sleep??)

It is true that I get drunken on the words of Kabir, am addicted to a Kabirean-fix, a search for that search - which itself is Kabir. And yet its so easy to forget...the lover that I seek, the path that I crave, the laughter at this world that I have found with Kabir - and I cry. I cry when I forget - become significant from insignificance - run, yell, scream, protest, to change this world. But, on recovery, remind myself that Kabir too forgot himself, frequently ,and wept, forgetting the silly play that this life is all about.

If all about me is Kabir and about Kabir is already me - then maybe I am IT..and it is with this IT, me , Kabir that I sleep and awake?

A Day of Watercolor Washes

Today was a day of water color washes - in inky blue and payne grey, wet on wet blotches, of trees and bushes in shades of deep to hazy emerald, muddy streams and granite wells, ruby and blue dragonflies hovering or flitting, three snakes in stripes and black, vast lands rolling and red, vaster skies overhead, clouds threatening to burst, renting in a thunder grumble, big drops drenching brown skin, and earth, brilliant gulmohars lit in fire, freedom swelling and senseless desire, to laugh at this day, that was lived for today..

A Stormy Sky

Giant waves of
dark and bright
rock and race
towards a distant light

breaking overhead
in thundering crashes
whipping trees
in hard lashes

swaying the earth
to an unsteady pace
laughter in winds
and wild hearts race...

Fooling with Paints

Lilly pad

Displaced

Shame

Bamboo Groves

In my Garden