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 .

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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

Untitled Unknown

Untitled Unknown
Water,light red, ink .

Plucking करवंद (karvanda)

• The Subconscious mind for a moment keeps away the conscious brain.

.May be the intuition is the answer in words.(But I feel words are dead most of time to realize us every detail.It's the one find a way). There we lost our self for our trust on faith. Every time, every moment we cut our self into pieces for the satisfaction of desires.Various types of various things..
When the light contact with us, (it's always with us) we carry the darkness.Skin goes one tone lighter and it depends on lights condition. And when it's dark the skin turns darker we never imagine we real skin color.When its contain with light or dark. The neutral things have very thin line between the start and end or between start and start. The breath does not allow me to say end in the contacts with virtual existence

The essence going through that everything.Essence has its own individual identity for the pleasure of selfishness.Your count is able to lie even the truth is always hiddenitself, there because of the breath going on.The Fragrance is the option of the virtual identity sometimes, but it's possible to feel those various way. It's never ending journey we return not the way.We have an ultimate eye view between sky and earth space the way belongs to that space. We are using that our own way,we Try.
Power is the ultimate source of self contain energy like the sun . *

• Force is the ultimate author of self contain energy like the sunshine.

"Prince has the burden of crown "

Prince has the burden of crown
Water,ink,light red

"Selfscape"

"Selfscape"
Water, ink,light red and collage

Practice maybe makes me perfect. 

With the technique 

Or maybe it gives me 

The perfection 

About the visual But, 

It's very unfair If I could.

 As I know me

Towards self ego 

And,

 The unfair behavior 

with the Layers of progress. 

Those DNA moments. 

I have always with me 

Those were has my own essence .

It's very hard to separate sometimes 

With the visual  I am creating 

And it's often happened with me

In the process .

 It is not a problem, 

The another ego to put there

 Like a full stop. 

That projection Might have the chances to show 

Layer's absence

 Even they are present. 

The result is a visuals problem

 The process is processed .

The moments 

are very minute to explain 

And various pieces to feel. 

How could i complete 

I am not here to complete 

The satisfaction of eyes 

They are part Of it.

Sometimes they reach 

As they are the 

complete evidence 

With me.

Alone. 

२६/४/२०१४

संस्कृति ,पारंपरिक  कला ह्यांचा र्हास झालाय हे नक्की  माणसांच्या मेंदूने केला आहे. ते आले जगा पुढे आपल्याला त्यांचा परिचय झाला त्यामागची घडण समजली ती घरामध्ये हवीशी वाटली मानसिक समाधान झालं इथपर्यंत खूप छान ज्यांनी शोधली त्यांचा तेवढ्या काळापुरता उदो उदो झाला ठीक आहे
 ,पण जी मूळ कला आहे ती आणताना त्यामागच्या हक्कांचे , ती  तशी"च" करण्याचा ,होण्याचा समजून घेवून जपण्याचा   .बदल  करू न देण्यामागचा संकल्प ,कारणे ,महत्व समजून आणि समजावून  देण्याचा अट्टाहास
त्याच्या व्यापारी करणा वरील निर्बंध ह्या मुद्यांचा विचार  गेला आणि आलं बाधल जिथे होतो तिथेच राहिलो  . एक एक संधी संपूर्ण व्यवस्था नीट संयोजित करण्याची संधी पुरवते  आणि काही ठराविक काळाच्या आर्थिक समृद्धी  करता पूर्ण गढूळ होवून जाते . खरतर संस्कृती संपते अर्थ उरतो . * २६/४/२०१४

Silence to Peace

Silence, silence silence.

 I heard that so many times.

 After that three times 

I thought 

It was an impression 

Ruling for peace.

ok .

So i understood 

Silence was not a peace.

 And a peace is itself 

An impression of the visual. 

Open eyes 

Close eyes 

Doesn't matter 

Life and death

 Doesn't even 

matter

Peace is the harmless .

And

Realization of non dependency 

Maybe.

continues

 with

 the

urge to

 discover.

.

Twirl

The next moment you realize

 It's ok.

 It's going to be ok.

The shape, 

The series 

Then stop 

There is nothing more

Than fascination 

Of 

That stop thinking

 It keeps you feel breathing

Keeps me for me

 I feel 

The twirl we. 

Our mind. 

And 

I don't see myself 

Even at that center

There are so many me, 

We. 

Explanation is the 

Unstable thing.

 If I could talk about 

Anything Some things are just 

Made as a rule.

 Birth

 Life 

Death

.

 And we play 

Those rules 

Most of times my fan 

Doesn't give me Air 

Which I needed

My Sweat 

My realization of the air. 

We made 

The luxury. 

Sometimes 

I

Dry as it is 

And

Then its disappears even 

From my thoughts.

For words.

  

"Untitled"

"Untitled"
Water,Ink,Light Red