Well, a duet doesn’t necessarily have to mean a pair of singers, right? It can also be just a pair.
My attempt at drawing the kind of thing I would rarely attempt to draw! I can point out many technical errors myself, but as this took only a matter of minutes, and as I was able to draw hands that actually looked like hands; have pity on me, and don’t point them out. That would be very nice!
I wish I had a scanner to scan stuff, than having to take photos all the time (I never realize where the light is supposed to be; behind, on top of, next to(?) the camera!) And then I have to edit the stupid thing with my even more awesome editing skills!!
Last night, my mom scolded (read: screamed at) me for the umpteenth time about how messy my room is. Being as lazy as I am, I wish there was someone (other than my mother!) who could do my work for me.
When I was a kid, I used to love reading the Enid Blyton fairytales. When the children slept all the toys in the nursery came to life and played and held races and stuff. Or even that once you close a book, the characters in it come to life. It’s the kind of thing that you can’t possibly disprove, even though it’s obviously made up! I still love that ‘What if…’ feeling you get when you read fantasy fiction!
Like now, what if… when I’m all tucked up in bed and asleep, the brooms just came to life, just like the toys, and did all the tidying up for me!
It is too hot now; you can feel the sun burning up your skin. I don’t feel like getting out of the house these days! And the nights are strangely cold and humid. It’s like a combination of the worst weathers possible. Weatherman on strike, maybe. I want some good ol’ climate back. Something pleasant like autumn, maybe. I can just picture it!
Leaves fall off the branches and swarm up around your feet, dry and crumpled. And it’s as if the earth is covered with a huge brown blanket. I love the sound of the leaves crackling under your feet as you walk, just as much as I love the smell of fresh paint, or the feeling you get when you tear paper! There is something very uniquely artsy about autumn. And the outside of your house; okay maybe not the ‘just outside’, starts looking like a picture right out of a fairytale!
An Illustration Friday entry after a long, long time – though it is a bit of a stretch with the theme. But works for me; of course, it’s the ‘them’ that it may not work for!
(The first image was borrowed from here)
I was sitting in my balcony today, when I noticed a sparrow perched on a wall of the house opposite to mine. I took out my sketchpad and made a quick sketch of him. Just as I was finishing he flew away.
I looked around to see if there were any other sparrows nearby; there weren’t. Then I realized that was the first sparrow I had seen in months, years, even. Where have all the sparrows gone? The bird that you would see everywhere when I was a child, the bird who had led its way into so many of my nursery rhymes – has vanished now. I remembered the story of how ornithologist Dr. Salim Ali developed an interest in birds when he came across a rare Yellow Throated Sparrow. It’s funny how the Common Sparrow is just as rare, now. And who is to blame, but us?
I sat there thinking of the many things that have changed around me in the short span of my life. There are few big trees around, and the houses are larger. There are less number of people on the street, only cars and bikes. There are less number of birds around my house, less chirping, very few of the butterflies that I loved to look at come here now. And we can owe it all to pollution.
Development happens when there is less green and more steel; when children stay glued to computers and mobile phones even in their early teens; when the noise of the traffic is more than the happy chirping of the birds in spring; when the air is filled with so much smoke that you keep your windows shut at all times; when the hills are slowly dug out to build cities and skyscrapers. I wonder what has happened to the world, in such a small time?
I would like to believe that the sparrows have flown off to a better place.