My tryst with Art

art, life, meditation, Reflections

With the ongoing pandemic, life for all of us has completely changed. Some changes I think are for the better and some, well, I can do nothing about.

Being in the middle of a raging pandemic, being alive, being able to eat without having to worry about the money for the next meal, not seeing a close on die, are the things that have made me acutely aware of my privilege.

The thing about being privileged is, it either makes you an indifferent snob or it makes you humble. How and what you let this realisation do to you, is entirely upto an individual.

To be privileged enough and not having to worry about food and a roof over my head and not mourning any loved one’s death has made me value time, people and moments a lot more than what I used to.

During the past few months, I felt a certain stir in my soul. A lot of questioned popped up, a lot of doubts appeared, a lot of realisations happened and more than anything else, I saw my own self much more clearly and with much more understanding as compared to how I treated my relationship with self.

During all of this, during the time a person goes through a transitional phase, sometimes, a sense of restlessness is felt.

I felt this restlessness and somehow, I found my safe space, I found my calm, I found my haven in art.

I don’t remember when and how I was drawn to drawing but I am now in a beautiful place surrounded by doodles, zentangles and mandalas.

These forms of drawings and the flow I feel while creating them, is so peaceful, so meditative.

Mandala are practiced as a form of meditation since centuries. All I can say is, this art form is so much more than just a few circles drawn on a piece of paper. This form has definitely brought the calm I had been craving for a while now.

Sharing below some of my favourites from the past month.

My drawings are largely mandalas based on zentangle or doodles.

Most of my drawings are black and white because I feel colours distract the mind from details. It’s like how black and white photographs bring the beauty, features, mood & details much more clearly than coloured pictures.

Another thing that I have gone back to is, reading books. Oh the pure joy! Would write about those books and their reviews soon. For now, enjoy the drawings!

A flowery mandala
A bunch of flowers
Nothing in the world is comparable to a mother’s love for her child. Dedicated to all mothers.
Equal rights.
A black and white mandala
Fly high and stay connected to your inner self.
Mandala
Yin Yang mandala bookmark
Madhubani and mandala bookmarks
Warli mandala
Dream catcher
Zentangle!