Saturday, 25 February 2017

Poem - The Hard Work

Unnoticed, unseen, ceaseless,
without a moment of idle shirk,
long yearned, undisclosed dreams,
often thought to be waste and berserk,
tireless, painstaking, bewildering,
devoid of expectation of a perk,
sweet, contented, blissful,
silent, underachieving hard-work.

                              - N K Sran

Monday, 18 July 2016

Poem - Universe Around

Running away from the turmoil,
of the vast endless universe,
found myself one with chaos,
caught in circumstances adverse.

Looking for some help from outside,
I searched for years altogether,
To look beyond the visible,
some courage I had to gather.

Found something liberating,
with no explanations ever made,
chaos becomes stability,
after chains of wishes fade.

To discover your own self,
a new journey starts from here,
travelling within forever,
but not to reach anywhere.

No escape is needed,
from the universe around,
the same lies within,
what on outside surround.
                                - N K Sran

Monday, 4 April 2016

Poem - Million reasons

Ink started to flow off the pen,
leaving its mark on the paper,
It would be a long journey,
thinking that made my words waver.

Then the joy of writing,
got mixed with ink,
heart is lifted by beauty of words,
fear of failure started to sink.

Slowly the mind got tired of story,
the nib got worn out of writing,
Reins over mind are lost to ambiguity,
as thoughts inside the mind start fighting.

After writing for months,
managed to reach half-way,
under piles of words and thoughts,
I forget what I wanted to say.

I started again but this time,
fierce intensity filled the pen,
I could write the words but,
couldn't make them breath again.

Money said "let me give it a try",
Fame said " Why should I be behind?",
the ink started to shine as if of gold,
but it was short lived and confined.

Helplessness came to the rescue,
fueled the ink like no other,
I wrote for the love of freedom,
but negativity came to smother.

To keep going I tried a million reasons,
to stop, there was only one,
then I realised, I ought to write,
for the only reason that it was once begun!

                                                                                               - N K Sran

Sunday, 20 March 2016

Poem - Dreams keep us alive!

Travelling in a giant ship,
to a destination unknown,
surrounded by waters strange,
far far away the bright Sun shone,
The long journey can boggle,
and render the mind lifeless,
the Sun can give the warmth,
but cannot be reached by the flightless,
Some enthusiasm is needed every moment,
to make the obsoleting life thrive,
like sun, achievable or not,
our dreams keep us alive!

                                        - N K Sran

Monday, 14 March 2016

Poem - Inspiration

Blank canvas, like blank mind,
wonders how it would finally find,
colourful thoughts to dance on its surface,
and an artist so kind.

Kind enough to spend some time,
choosing among colours rouge, azure or lime,
put these into a beautiful landscape,
or paint some memories from his prime.

His prime focus is to pick up the brush,
and decorate the canvas without any rush,
he had the talent, but couldn't create,
as a river of inexpression, towards his mind gush.

Gushed in with immense and formidable force,
the artist tried to defend, couldn't judge its source,
stayed there for next few months,
gradually inexpression was succeeded by remorse.

Remorse pronounce enough to suspend,
the creativity that was naive to transcend,
the mountain of fear, doubt and uncertainty,
and to imagine what waits on the other end.

End reminded him, why did he start,
the commotion of the outside world, instilled a spark,
from within his soul came a voice,
'This is your moment to leave your mark.

Mark my words, I free you from hesitation,
You have been already chosen by the creation,
to be born from your brush dancing over the canvas,
Canvas like life, becomes alive with a touch of Inspiration!'

- N K Sran                                                      

Sunday, 13 March 2016

Art - Land of peace

Hello Everyone,

Hope you all are enjoying the weekend.

I managed to finish the below digital painting, titled "Land of peace" last week. A total of 10 hours were invested in its making.  I loved painting the myriad hues in the sky and the floating fluffy clouds.

I am really liking the digital medium as I can work on multiple paintings at a time, one on easel and one on iPad. Digital paintings are quite forgiving, things get good again in few strokes. I have planned to work atleast one painting per week in digital medium. Hopefully I get time to achieve this. Keep tuned for more posts!

                   - N K Sran

Thursday, 3 March 2016

Poem - How far

How far can one reach, to fulfil their dreams,
When they remain silent, and their impeccable flair screams,

Not every year, day or hour, but, every moment they spend,
Thinking and working, to accomplish what they intend,

Every bliss, every distress, on the way they face,
makes their journey even more, worthwhile to retrace,

First destiny takes over them, its will they defy,
to change the reality, on their dreams they rely,

After tireless combat, finally they taste the victory,
the writer's pens are ready, to write the history,

Like a proud mother, Destiny blesses them and smiles,
She Laurels them on covering countless unendurable miles,

How far one can reach, to fulfil their dreams,
Destiny wants to witness, their odds and extremes.

                                                                         - N K Sran

Monday, 29 February 2016

Poem - Peeping outside

Living inside a little house among meadows,
Seeing the world outside through two windows,
How beautiful did the world seem,
All looked nice, and nobody mean.

One day while peeping outside, a thought came,
Don't know it was a wise one or just lame,
Why not step outside, to breath in some fresh air,
and find out that wavy road, led to where?

Finally stepping  outside, after being home-bound,
Could not stand up on shaking legs, thus crawled to ground,
Got up with difficulty, once who was beguiled,
Again learnt to walk, like a child.

On seeing other people, they were all different,
Outside calm and friendly, inside belligerent,
They just wanted to get their work done,
reap all the wealth of the world and share with none.

What was meant life, behind the curtains was just a game,
Thoughts of players fighting for honour, money and fame,
Overtaking each other, gave them pleasure and bliss,
actually going deeper into a hopeless abyss.

Nerves of their brains, sharper than the edges of sword,
They want to feather their nests, more than they could afford,
Alas, all the cards were disclosed, in the blind fold game,
Kept quiet, but their reputation did not remain the same.

Came back running, towards the warm light,
Entered the little house before shutting the door tight,
Walked to the windows, again to peep outside,
Lives life keeping the three trump cards aside.

                                                              - N K Sran

Thursday, 25 February 2016

Poem - Another Morning

After the orange sun on the horizon goes down,
before the sky is ready in its shining black gown,
I wake up to another morning,
and walk in the streets of a magical town.

I see colours merge and evolve,
I see life dance and revolve,
around the streets full of art,
there I see rules of the world dissolve,

Music I hear and sing, is unheard,
I write, words that in my mind are stirred,
I work till my brain is overtaken by sleep,
like a restless and adamant nocturnal bird.

                                                    - N K Sran

Sunday, 14 February 2016

Art - The clouds and the sky

Hello Everyone!

Today I am sharing my latest digital painting done using procreate app for iPad. I didn't want to go into details and rather study more on the hue and shape of the objects. This is a loosely done digital art but I really like this freedom once in a while to unwind the tightened nerves of brain arising out of adding intricate details. It can be further build up to next layer but, I just chose to keep it rough and smudged.

The beautiful clouds, a bit on the purple tint, are being flown away by wind. The sun is not visible but its presence is indicated by the orange highlights near the horizon. I have scattered the colour from the right side to the left. I tried to keep a balance with the colours so adding some bold purple highlights on left side. The land in the foreground is just appearing darker as it is mainly the shadow area. Overall on a cold tone, the orange highlights work well.

I really enjoyed painting this one as I was on a break from oil on canvas for the last 2 months. I would hopefully pick up the brush again today and drive the abstract art based on music to next layer. I will for sure go forward with the digital art, will target for one per weekend for now, maybe more, if I find some interesting subjects.

 I hope you liked this post. Keep tuned for more!

                                                                                                                                     - N K Sran

Saturday, 30 January 2016

Photography - Abandoned flower pots

Hello Everyone,

Hope you all doing great! 

I have been away for about 2 months. This year has been very busy to start with. Maybe finally I get some time to paint one unfinished oil on canvas this weekend. 

Today I am sharing few clicks from mobile camera. The subjects have been abandoned flower pots and leaves in the backyard. The focus is on the composition rather than picture quality. It is very different from routine DSLR photography, but helps one to look at your subjects from a different prospective.

Winters are almost retreating from here. I hope these pots become home for beautiful spring flowers very soon. Hope you enjoyed this post. Keep tuned for more!

                                                                                                      - N K Sran

Monday, 7 December 2015

Poem - Castle of Sunbeams

Months would pass,
Years would pass,
in the ocean of time,
Ever asked yourself,
Ever complained to yourself,
Why the life seems so sublime?

Finally I got through,
the streets I never knew,
hearing all new sounds from life's wind chyme,
It is the same place,
Again I got to face,
from where I begun in my prime.

Things are slow,
little stars glow,
on the roof of sky at bedtime,
Time's beautiful art form,
Heart is so bright and warm,
like castle of the sunbeams in wintertime.
                                                                             - N K Sran

Wednesday, 18 November 2015

Poem - We miss you

Hello Everyone,

It has been a sad day as we lost our dear Scooby. A loss hard to heal. May his soul rest in peace.

Wherever have you been,
A soul devoid of malice and sin,
I still feel as if you are jumping,
with your excitement thumping,
And then you wag your tail,
Follow my steps without leaving a trail,
You hug me bouncing high,
And I never asked why,
With your tongue sticking out,
Listened calmly if I shout,
Looking at me through those brown eyes,
guarding the gate like wise,
Moving stuff around the house,
Relentlessly chasing a mouse,
With all your mischievous deeds,
you sew some deep rooted seeds,
Today empty is the feel,
With hard time we have to deal.
Can't believe if its true,
how badly we miss you.
                                        - N K Sran

Saturday, 31 October 2015

Poem - The birth of a star

Surrounded with dust and cloud,
Thunders yelling out loud,
Creator's thought does not seem clear,
Place of peace is taken by fear.

Light flickering bright and dim,
Burning inside and cold on rim,
The universe forgets its gait,
Twisted turn takes its fate.

Mist dies out into burning sparks,
Lights are set free to efface the darks,
Mesmerising events happening not so far,
Out of primordial chaos is born a star.

                                             - N K Sran

Sunday, 27 September 2015

Art - The beach

Hi Everyone,

    Hope you all enjoyed the weekend. Today I invested 5 hours on a digital painting created using Procreate app for iPad. I have worked on this app few times before, but just for practice. This is the first time I created a complete scenery. Have a look at the below.

    I haven't put in all the details. I just created it leisurely. What I feel good about digital art is that it is quick, keeps your hands clean and you can experiment easily. You need not care about colour mixing as you get the whole colour palette ready. Its good tool for practice. It provides a kind of freedom to artist to use canvas of any size. Also, one never runs out of digital Canvas!

   I hope you all liked the art. Stay tuned for more!

-    N K Sran   

Friday, 25 September 2015

Art - Portrait of Shri Guru Nanak Dev Ji

Hello Everyone!

     Hope this post finds you in high spirits.  Today I am sharing my latest piece of art, next in the series, Portrait of Shri Guru Nanak Dev Ji, the first Guru of the Sikhs. Till now, this has been the fifth portrait of the the holy saint that I sketched or painted over last 10 years . It has been a delightful experience all the times.

      I have captured the development of the portrait from a simple rough sketch to the finished one in 4 photographs. Have a look at these:

             The first step is to draw a basic outline which extends an idea about the placement of various features and objects. This must be done with loose hand as it can be required to modify at any step. Not much precision is needed, but the strokes get better and natural with practice. The overall shape, the identifiable squares, circles and triangles can help here. One can move on to next step once satisfied by the rough sketch. I would advise a pencil with hard lead here, as the strokes need to be light, but not very hard, as it may restrict the flow of hand or destroy the paper surface. I have used 2 H and 2B pencil here.

            Now that our outline is finalised, we may pay attention to the tones. I like to block the darker shades first, then go for lights. This gives me a fair idea of the contrast to be created. But if anyone finds it easy, they may start with lighter area and gradually advancing towards the darker ones. I have used General's charcoal pencils, 2B, 4B and 6B, for outlining and filling in darker areas. 

              Now coming to the lighter tones, I have used H and B series pencils, Daler Rowney Willow Charcoal and Staedtler mechanical pencil (for detailing). For blending in the skin and other tones, I have used Cretacolour paper stumps, cotton buds and clothe piece. 

               Once the blending is complete, the highlights can be created by eraser or white charcoal pencil. I did the same for eyes, nose. palms and the background. Once again the dark shades are confirmed, and we get the finished portrait. Quite happy after completing it in 10 hours distributed over 3 days.

                I hope you enjoyed the post. Keep tuned for more!

-   N K Sran     

Sunday, 13 September 2015

Photography - In the backyard garden

Hi Everyone!

     Today I am sharing a few photographs captured from petit garden in the backyard. It has serenity and tranquillity to offer to its visitors. Decaying and dying rotten leaves giving way to lush green leaf buds are apt representatives of the cycle of life on the Earth.

The fragrance of fresh lemons fill the air with freshness and delight.

This chamomile flower imparted happiness and grace to the atmosphere.

             And the old abandoned pots, covered by living verde covering, symbolise the old and forsaken, yet beautiful, who bore many seasons of life. 

          A green tender budding leaf seems to have urge to seek skies, unlike the ones grown and tattered, attached to the same stem.

- N K Sran      

Thursday, 10 September 2015

Art - Portrait of Madame Marie Curie

Hello to all,

     I am sharing this time, the last portrait I completed, about 2 months ago. It is a charcoal on paper. This one happened to be of Nobel laureate Madame Marie Curie. She would always be remembered as an intelligent and diligent women who discovered Radium along with her husband Pierre Curie.

        It took about 3 hours at a stretch from beginning till end. It was a bit difficult initially to work without any measurement or scale, but I was happy to find my eyes have been trained enough to do so. This one has been the fastest ever that I sketched.

       Practice has been going on since then. Next Portrait planned would be a charcoal on paper too. I am taking time before I shift to oil on canvas. I will try to post steps to drawing for next portrait. Keep tuned for more!
- N K Sran    

Sunday, 6 September 2015

Article - The Rock Garden at Chandigarh, A Photographer's Paradise!

Hello Everyone,

      I hope you all are having a great weekend. Today I am posting about the Rock Garden, an eighteen-acre sculpture garden, at Chandigarh, India. Its a treat to the eyes of Art and Photography lovers.

      Frame after frame, shot after shot, the expressions of the stone visages, penetrated deep into my thoughts inciting some inspiration. How much creativity and patience might have been invested by its creator - Late Mr. Nek Chand to turn beautiful strands of imagery into reality. He took recycling altogether to another level. Initially he started collecting the waste materials from buildings undergoing demolition and created his own sculpture kingdom secretly at forest near Sukhna Lake. Later on, his kingdom was given recognition by Government as 'Rock Garden' because of support from public. Let me take you to a quick tour through stills from my lens.

          As we enter, taking steps through wavy path guarded by high walls on both the side, we see lined up army of terracotte, made up of earthen pots sitting over one another with smallest one on the top. Various patterns engrossed and the black fungal film, the gift of rain and time together, intensifies the beauty of otherwise not so appreciated as pieces of craft but as daily utility items.

          Moving further, enjoying the beautiful walls and pathways, the above setting captured my attention. The steps seemed to be depicting progress and the green plants settled into pots of various shapes, provided an imagery of life and vividness in contrast to the concrete in shades of grey that supported these and keep them upstanding.

          With pathways getting wider and the walls higher, we get to witness serene waterfall, with green tint of algae adding to its beauty, residing below the queue of pillars and the domes, that act as a window to the era of palaces.

       These structures are set up so high that human seems so timid in comparison. Tall trees with branches spread in all directions, host numerous species of birds, their  chirrups adding a new hue to our auditory senses.

       The domes and huts provide a glimpse of the village situated on a hill top. Water flowing peacefully down the slope, textured with pebbles and boulders.

        In this phase, one can spot many pigeons squatting on walls, resting in pigeon holes or drinking water from falls. This one particularly seemed curious about the spectators and hustle bustle of human forms.

        Another one peeping outside through hole in the wall at significant height where it feels safe enough to be out of the reach of visitors. These lovely birds fill the otherwise indifferent concrete walls with life and curiosity.

         Moving forward through narrow lanes bordered with thick walls and bending a bit towards the ground, to cross through small doorways, suddenly you see huge arena in front of you. Elegant structures clothed with broken pieces of ceramics, keep your mind busy pondering over their shape and projection of their creator for them. From here starts a journey of amazement of the life expressed by the inanimate.

        Their expressions are as mesmerising as there numbers, huge like an army.

          The sculptures of women, placed besides a waterfall, carrying water in earthen pots over their heads.

           The gigantic walls seem like waves of concrete guarding the place.

          The mosaics with striking patterns and colours, how perfectly every piece fits together!

         Another mosaic with two white ducks facing each other and filled with various hues in the background.

          Cute happy faces can be seen in aquariums. There are more than 10 aquariums where golden fishes and catfishes reside. The Children,with their eyes glued to the aquarium glass, are specially delighted to see fishes.

       Again we come to the interconnected arenas and courtyards displaying army of craftsmen, musicians, women, animals and more. The one in the front, looks quite angry here. All covered with discarded urban waste.

       The quadrupeds with blue eyes keep you awestruck. It seems to be laughing.

        And these sculptures with their unique posture and green eyed visage, keep you pondering over for few minutes.

        There are rows and rows of these in a squatting posture, looks like they are wondering about something.

       Way too high, you can see these walls embellished with pebbles arranged in circular fashion.

          And more of these!

       The beautiful journey ends here and we are at the entrance again. The last click for the evening fills me with joy, to witness such unparalleled work of sculpture, as well as dismay, that it was time to leave the place and head back towards home.

       Mr. Nek Chand would always be remembered as a diligent and magical person who had the ability to bless every piece of urban waste, to become a thread in tapestry of sculpture, that are now acknowledged as revered pieces of Art. Inspired by his passion to work and toil to actualise his kingdom of dreams, I went back with the flame of hope, glowing even brighter!

 - N K Sran