animal head

Animal head
ink, acrylic 

Diego in front of mirror FRIDA. 30/4/2014

I always in search for some of my topic how to describe About how  I am not able to feel the creation's pain more and more deeply if there is any. because I am not able to feel that pain of birth, even on screen I am still not able to watch when any female character falls into her devolved womb. I just can't And then I start to think about any women who suffered from those horrible pain It's just out of my thinking .So as an artist and genetically male when I read or create any creation I am always one step backward if there is any pain behind my creation.

I merely desire to recognize her.

I never understood her pain 

Maybe never 

The reason

 A women s pain

 When comes from the womb 

And release by the curve

 Its just unpredictable

 Until I self don't lose those lives

 From my own womb

 Its just the Bond of myself with her and her inner self 

When we were detached those moments 

I would not able to describe 

Even what love is,

All those major up and down moments 

Those are selfish decisions of mine 

My incompleteness 

......

Somewhere

I am responsible To decide what gender we create

 But,

That's just a moment of fulfill for myself

 After all those pain

 she suffered alone

 And alone

 Inside, outside

 That LOVE

I don't have any words to explain

 Love even doesn't exist there

 It was feel of bonding, Trust 

Which I lost inside her 

somewhere,

and then,

My incompleteness And her strength 

We made for each other .

Self Scape

Self Scape
Dry pastel, ink , ball pen , gesso

painT 28/4/2014

      painT

 We would never understand her pain 
Never,
So for us?
If they allow me to think
Even in my thought's
I dare to think of myself
She did, The closer
As merged as equal .
She created
Entire life
The "T"
With her pain.

To be alive.
Herself as a Frida.
Herself as a Kakol.
For us.
I dare to think .

I have a plan.

When the King Says he have a 

Dream, 

My Role is to Assure him  

That, 

Sir,

I have a plan.

If the same thing I dream.

As he said .

Then I become a Replica Of King.

26/04/2014

She

She again came.

She was again same .

She was in pain.

I just Gain.

Love .

:)

How selfish you are.

She told

You Argue all

She felt More pain.

I Just gain

Love

:)

The File "Brain"

I decided last month to go on my dad's medical File. when he was held at the hospital during his brain trauma. It was decisive, but couldn't be able to started immediately for just with force to do something. And, I decided to wait and to prepared myself for the little extra time with motivation. I need a proper call.
 Last week I watched Frida's Movie and documentary.And ,I appreciated the documentary more because it was a very good and possibly detailed journey of Frida and her work
Self motivation about her life gave me the strength and the idea about to stretch myself for this a bit emotional and conceptualize work . And, then I decided to work as much as possible With my natural attitude for work. 
Thank you Frida . 

Brain

ink, acrylic, and scratches on file
23\4\2014

2 page of file
backside of brain
24/4/2014
ink, acrylic on file

3
25/4/2014
ink ,acrylic on card

4
26/4/2014
ink , acrylic on paper

page 12
Brain and arrow
2/05/2014

Page 15
Root is a Brain
ink , Ocher Red

Page 13
Father and Flowers

Water and ink on paper

water and Ink on paper

Working on > Chandelier is melting behind the process of creation

Focusing subject 

  "Chandelier melting behind the process of creation"
 28 by 41 inches
Mix media on crooked handmade paper

.

I very much appreciate handmade papers own identity .

its always my first love because of crookedness of the paper 

It keeps alive to emerge some reasons from outside

With participating for creation. Its close to mind

                                                                                                                

22/04/2014

Found MY Creators how met HeadtoHead first time with Each Other :)

You know what I FOUND yesterday? I am almost went to throw all my dads collective newspapers and junk  of papers  in the dustbin and then I just decided to check . in the middle I got my DadMoms wedding photos ...... TREASURE i have few ...

Skull

today's completion
"Skull"
Ink,Light red,Ocher red, Gold powder on paper

Words are desperate.

Word minimized The whole universe .

I don't understand

When they start

And, where they finish.

 .

just i know .

they don't keep me empty .

Even in the  silence .

They kill everything

Behind the situations

first they kill themselves.

And, then after ,

They put me into the noise.

Wish someday i feel the fragrance of silence

With my close eyes

When i close the eyes

I see the colors.

When i open my eyes

I starts to feel

Sfumato

Words are not enough.

They always

Desperate to minimize .

Untitled -2014

Untitled
Ink,water, watercolour

Torso > In progress with Water ,ink ,light and ocher red and gold

When I started,I perpetually thought about the basic materials like water and some color basically black and light red these days, , but usually black for all time, but it's not an issue if I don't have too. I always stopped with moments where I caught myself separate. Incompleteness makes me humble with what I work with my thought cause the eye satisfaction its not a demand for myself, I just demand of myself is just starting and stop where I feel and most of intuitively .I know when we describe we almost kill the fact with words but that's the word limitation to realize us the little procedure .

What I feel I accept and it doesn't fail with any process along with me.Its stop when I feel.  or most of time when I feel about the presentation thought.Its a little odd, maybe but it happens, I never think that the frame is the only choice or only way to present the creation .its a itself need different treatment. I experienced one time.  some times the wall and painting is one its like they made for each other to show content as it is .

 I stopped because of the gold powder was finished and I am not sure that the powder I worked with available in the market but I need to get. So I stop here naturally when I started this I had in my mind just "TORSO" 

Lets see how Torso reflects from me .

3>  Final

                         

2 >Water ,ink ,light and ocher red and gold

1>Water ,ink ,light and ocher red and gold

HAND AND TORSO

• The result on ordinary drawing paper is so unusual sometimes, the water's role is so tender with those all process moment. When i applied on the paper they started to effect paper and paper turned soft and then the ink was  
• diluted , merged, then they turned into their own processed tone after the times I worked with ink application they reflected darker but the basic application when dried it was surprisingly peaceful and pure. black turned into ash gray

HAND AND TORSO
WATER,INK,LIGHT RED

4/4/2014

म्हणजे वोट दिले म्हणून आता आपणच स्वतः  शेतकऱ्यांच्या आत्महत्या होण्यास जबाबदार समजाव .   .कि वोट दिलेला पक्ष हरला म्हणून मी ह्यातून सुटलो हि माणुसकीची परीक्षा बघणारी अस्वस्थते शी झुझायचं . खाल्लेलं अन्न आपलं कि खाल्यानंतर जाणवणारी आणखी भूक आपली . वोट द्या आणि जबाबदार नागरिक बना असं ओरडा करत बसतात मला तर आता वाटत आता वोट द्या आणी आणखीन  कारणी "भूत" बना  हेच जास्त वाटते .. नाही वाटत निवडणूक हि काही इतकी महत्वाची चीज आहे काम केल लोकांसाठी कि लोक आपोआप निवडून देतात प्रचाराचा हातोडा मार कशाला असतो ,शंका येते मग , कुत्रे पण बिचारे बावरून जातात रस्त्यावरचे कोण हे म्हणून .
सततचा मारा होतो आणि आम्ही आमच्या घराखालचा रस्ता ह्या पक्षातल्या  माणसाने नीट  केला अशी  साधी सरळ कारणच वोटिंग करताना  असतात .पाणी आता निट येत हेच कारण असत  वोटिंग त्या पक्षात पडण्याच.
आताच वाचलं एका व्रुतपत्रात ज्या महिलेच नाव सर्वात पाहिलं आहे देशाच्या यादीत  तिच्या गेल्या पाच वोटिंग मध्ये वोट कोणाला दिल हे  माहित नाही, काही माहित नाही . आम्हाला सुद्धा कुठे माहित आहे फारस आतलं आता .शिकलो म्हणून नाव माहित झाली .बाकी फारस काही नाही अगदी तिच्याइतकंच च ,पण तिच्यासारखहि नाही .

I Cage myself .

 I cage myself .

To Catch that moment ,

For,

 What I had choose. 

Consciously,

Subconsciously,

Unconsciously. 

I created myself special For emotions. 

The moment 

I clicked my selfies .

So many truths were gone hidden,

Now the truth will never divulge.

 Nor even going to explain .

The selfies 

There was a good reason for that 

So many times...... 

When for someone

 I showed

 I was alive dead.

That a boy 

Now tell me this side of me

 He is May be my age 

With His kids mind 

He plays with everything in the garden 

Sitting on the bench 

With his chaapal. 

He searches those Things 

Those were invisible for me

 I have seen 

HE plays with his hand 

With his foot

 With his bench

 With his button

 Even the bench screw makes him his smile

 He sits on the ground

He takes the mud 

He shakes his hands He moves his head everywhere Maybe The owl gets the surprise.

He plays with his torn pocket

He wears a half pant which is many times 

He forgets to pull upside 

He plays with self Sometimes he sees the world Around

 And

He turns again 

Back to self

I came back home

I less moved

 I clicked myself so many times

 I felt I created something

 I imagine it's a good me ME

 The end I get my tiredness

 Over myself 

Then I play software's sometimes 

For what? 

For Being dead 

To imagine

 I was alive, alive

We are all so photogenic as it is. 

Some are in with light .

Some are in the darkness .

Some are in the shadows .

That visual moment ,

Wish we lived.

Then We are enjoying

The appreciations,

 As a soul 

When us knows that 

We are actually

Now exist differently.....

Flower

Flower
Water,ink,light red