PINK BLISS

Pink Bliss

Pink Bliss

I am pretty drawn to strong colours and realized that all my art is leaning towards this colour scheme.

That when I coaxed myself to try pink. that’s when Pink Bliss took shape.

This is my daughter’s favorite as it is PINK!!!

Solitude

Solitude

Solitude

I often run into this phase when I need to be by myself just to reflect or to rejuvenate myself.

This digital art was created during one such phase.

The look and feel here is like that of the system of neurons & dendrites. Like that in the brain. Trying to connect with the One 🙂

One Summer Day…

One Summer Day...

One Summer Day…

My daughter lover to listen to stories. She needs to hear at least 2 before she is off to bed.

My stories often have a hint of nature and animals…This digital art is a reflection of the setting in my stories.

Some day I hope to compile these into a story book. That is a future project.

One Day…

One Day...

One Day…

I just couldn’t get the peacock off my head. It was long waiting to be drawn.

This digital art has a story book feel to it. Hope to one day compile my art to create a story book.

I love You!

I love You!

I love You!

For the many days you’ve made me cry; you’ve also brought me joy,

For the many days that you were crazy; you’ve also been as sweet as honey,

For the many days that you were unnerving; you were also  saccharine

Whatever the place whatever the time whatever the situation the reality is

You’re my husband ; I’m you’re wife.

Break the ice, open the cork, fill the glasses and lets clink;

cheers to 8 yrs of You and I

Patterned Day

Patterned Day

Patterned Day

What is it but a tree you say?

Just a trunk with branches

And leaves in array.

But it is that and more for me you see

For every bough that breaks, another sprouts.

It reaches for the stars

but never a day passes

That it is in a rout.

With the sun for it’s friend,

What’s to stop it from completing the cycle of life

And create a Patterned Day?

Autumn

Autumn

Autumn

Autumn , she is special,

for she is filled with so many hues,

red, yellow, orange & brown!

She paints a lovely picture,

so delicate, it is to view.

She saves the best for last,

before she descends into the chill

Rage

Rage

Rage

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light….

An excerpt from the poem – Do not go gentle into that good night by Dylan Thomas