Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Sow, Weed, Water, Wait

A note to myself - Sow, Weed, Water, Wait.

Seed Paintings now in my store on Etsy.

Monday, February 21, 2011

When spring sprouts

When spring sprouts this time around,
I hope that my heart will too, once again,
Sprout from the slumber and storm it has been through,
slowly, like the delicate buds,
split their shells and breathe open.
When this spring sprouts,
I will too.

Once upon a time

Do you ever find that smells, familiar ones, evoke strong memories? Sometimes, I want to dive and drown in them to reach the other side. The side where this memory was made, I feel that if I go deep enough I might be able to touch the moment that holds roots to this memory.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

And so says Rumi ...

If you are irritated by every rub, how will you be polished?


Alright, alright!

Waabi, Saabi and the hibiscus tree

The story :

Waabi, and the hibiscus tree had been together since anyone could remember. Waabi was an artist, she made vessels and pots. The little bird, Saabi, had made the hibiscus its home, since anyone could remember! While Waabi worked clay, Saabi would just sing away. Together they would make, not so perfect but beautiful - Waabi Saabi pots and vessels. It is said that these would make any thing put in them taste as delicious as music and as precious as the present.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Ambo and the Amaltaas tree

The story ...

Ambo got her name for her love of mangoes. In Punjabi, Amb means mango. She was also called the 'tree lady'. Visitors found it to be outlandish, a tree growing on a human head! But in her village people didn't find it strange anymore. They had seen her being born, with a tiny sapling sprouting from her head and slowly over the years it had grown into a vibrant tree bursting with yellow amaltaas flowers. In days of intense summer heat, they would sit in its shadow, the children loved to play under it and the birds filled it with their beautiful songs.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Emerald and the Blue Jay

The Story...
Emerald and the Blue Jay were storytellers. The Blue Jay would sit nestled in the fragrant purple blossoms that flowered from Emerald's head and sing. And Emerald would start spinning tales. Together they wove magic into the mundane.

Etsy update

A few works uploaded on my etsy shop. I made them in the end of 2009 but it took me a great while to put them on.