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Lately, it seems like there's very little activity in my day that I find my mind thinking about consciously. I'm floating through the hours on autopilot, not quite being able to distinguish one the other. I feel like I know exactly how each day will play out, down to the last minute. And yet, there's still a part of me that goes to bed every night in hope that I wake up to a day that is different from the one that I'm putting to bed.
A month of daily drawing – done! I almost can't believe it! Looking back, it was just as hard to keep up with the prompts and just as fulfilling as I expected it to be. Having completed only two weeks of Inktober 2019, I didn't think I would participate in Inktober 2020. But now that I'm successfully standing on the other side of drawing 31 pieces of art, I must say that I feel accomplished.
I don't do daily drawing challenges. I just don't have it in me to sit down everyday and draw a prompt. I lack the discipline and yet, I find myself jumping onto the Inktober bandwagon every year.
Self-worth(noun)The sense of one's own value or worth as a person; self-esteem; self-respect.
I'm not sure what to make of my behaviour lately.
Anxiety is a confounding thing and COVID combined with gloomy monsoon skies really doesn't help. Life as we knew it has disintegrated and who knows what I'm doing anymore. Contact with the outside world is still limited to phone calls - or worse, video calls - and recently, I've begun to notice how similar some conversations with friends are.
Drawing after weeks and having mixed feelings about it. I felt the urge to draw a levitating woman as it feels like I've been in limbo.
NASA's launch to Mars reminded me once again how tiny and insignificant we are as a race. Thousands of different galaxy formations, hundred thousand years to travel between them and emptiness. Oh, so much emptiness. One tiny fart from the universe and we'd all potentially end up as space dust. A happy thought.
Sigh, it's been like this for months...:(
I could kill for a cup of steaming hot adrak chai accompanied by many equally palette searing wada paos. Continuing the desecration attempts of another gorgeous Raja Ravi Varma oil painting. My representation of the Maharashtrian woman.
Staying at home/self-isolation/quarantine...call it what you like. It's been a rough 116 days and boy has it sucked :-/. At some point when the lockdown was announced in India, I was naive enough to think that it'll be short lived. Close to four months later, I'm less delusional. Sigh...
Another Raja Ravi Varma oil "Shakuntala" recreated to satisfy my popcorn cravings. 😁 Great rainy weather for it too!
I've been thinking about exploring the idea of kindness practiced towards self (self-love, if you will) for a while now. Yes, I am "thinking" about exploring it because the concept seems so alien to me! I am generally confident of my ability to exhibit kindness towards people and animals around me. But adopting this practice for myself? Wut? How?
Koi fish in yin and yang symbolise the duelling sides of all things and the perfect balance and harmony of them. The circular movement of the fish represents the belief that all things in life are connected.
Like, seriously?
What have I gotten myself into?
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"Pushpa, I hate puns!" Couldn't pass up the opportunity to draw this! :D A couple of months ago, before COVID brought the world to a standstill, I was driving back to Mumbai from Pune with my husband, when we decided to play an episode from the podcast "The Seen and the Unseen" by Amit Varma. In this particular episode, Varma chatted about feminism and films with the delightfully witty filmmaker Paromita Vohra – who had me gasping for air with her bone dry sense of humour.
Is it really possible to put a face to a name when both are known and identifiable, but suddenly become alarmingly unfamiliar?
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