Sunday, December 28, 2008

Mirrored images




I tried this style after a very long while. I'm not particularly fond of this because it requires a hell lot of calculations, and believe me, a minute seemingly insignificant stroke placed wrongly, destroys the reflected image completely. After having wasted several sketches, this one finally came through. I didn't have a good cylindrical mirrored reflector to capture the image without abrasion. The tiny dents and imperfections of this steel reflector have caused some distortion in the reflected image. Kindly excuse that :D

(model : Shruti)

Sunday, August 3, 2008

The Great Banyan Tree





The grand old banyan tree of my native village has caught my attention again. It is hundreds of years old, say the local natives. The legends and folklore of the area, believed to be hundreds of years, speaks of this tree. This Banyan is situated on the banks of a river “Chittoor Puzha”. To reach the spot one has to travel by foot for about 2kms. I make it a point to visit this spot each time I visit the pace, once or twice every year. I go there alone so that I can spend hours, sitting on its roots, absorbing the unpolluted air and the serene atmosphere with all the pores of my skin, into every cell of my body. It is an exhilarating experience. An experience where one feels one with nature. The ultimate Nirvana of body and soul.

Title : The Great Banyan Tree

Medium: Watercolours on cold pressed paper

(little bit of airbrushing done for the background)

Vinod Laxman

My Beautiful Friend








The Definition of Beauty is
That Definition is none --
Of Heaven, easing Analysis,
Since Heaven and She are one.

~Emily Dickinson~


Title: My Beautiful Friend
Medium: Watercolours on coldpressed paper
Model: Puja

Vinod Laxman

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Face in Blue


This is a stylized portrait. Someone unreal who was to me at some point of time - REAL. Still fresh in my mind!

Title: Blue Face
Medium: Watercolour on coldpressed paper
Genre: neo expressionism

Saturday, June 28, 2008

When lotus blooms



“God is the Sun and when His rays fall upon your heart, not impeded by the clouds of egoism, the lotus blooms and the petals unfold.”~Sathya Sai Baba~





(I have been experimenting on some advanced techniques in oil pastels, and their ability to blend and mix with other shades, while maintaining the pigment quality. I must confess, Oil pastel is one of the toughest mediums I have come across. Yet this is one of the best for Modern Art, which include Expressionism. I rate Oil pastel above all traditional mediums in its ability to make bold statements)






Title: "When lotus blooms"



Medium: Oil Pastels( artist grade wax crayons) on Paper



Genre: Expressionism



Vinod Laxman

Friday, June 20, 2008

out into the sea


Preparing for the jouney

Watercolours on coldpressed paper

Fishermen

As the early morning sun beats down the salty seashore, they relax, reflecting on yet another of the midnight adventure in the sea. Satisfied with whatever mother sea gives them for a living, counting their blessings.

Fishermen of Kerala, India
Watercolour on paper

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Unveiling the Diva's portrait






Happy birthday to Mina!



As words must be our medium, a poem,

Perhaps, may best my birthday wishes send,

Poems being inner portraits out on loan.

Yet I would be a landscape in the mountains,

Bright sun battering an empty sky,

Immense rock faces answering all questions,

Resolving all in what instead of why.

To you I send a hope for happiness

Hedged with roses bristling in the wind,

Doing double duty for their mistress

As sentinels against the tricks of mind,

Yet luring well the love that makes life kind.

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Mina: Portrait sketch with Conté sketching crayons on paper (inspiration from the classical style of Da Vinci)

Mina's birthday is on the 27th of May.
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Vinod Laxman

First Time Evar!!! (200th blog in Yahoo!360)


First Time Evar!!! (200th blog)

As a child, I was never bothered if the sun went around the earth or the moon went around the sun. I cared a tinkers damn if √2 is a rational number or an irrational number; if a chemical equation was balanced or not!!! I was only thinking of putting down the images that flash across the mind on a piece of paper, notebook, or for that matter any surface like the wooden desk.

I started drawing or scribbling like any child even before I can remember. I remember painting (which consisted of only filling shapes with colors), with dry watercolor cakes when I was 5 or 6 years. Completing one painting per day after school was aimed at honing the skills and improving the rapport with the medium. Apart from vivid mental images, I used to get excited at looking at photographs of wildlife and landscapes. My immediate urge would be to express the same with colors in my own way.

When I was about 11 years, I had a feeling that I had ‘mastered’ painting with watercolors (I laugh at myself thinking of such foolishness now). I wanted to try out oil painting. But I had absolutely no idea about oils. A great artist whom I idolized then, Paul Thomas, who was several years my senior, gave me the first inputs on oil painting. He gave me a list of materials, which included a box of 'Camel' Artists’ Oil colors, a bottle of turpentine, purified linseed oil, a few flat brushes and a few sheets of oil sketching paper.

He then gave me a series of lectures on the difficulties of oil painting (which I discovered for myself later, that it was one of the easiest, but laborious medium), and how painting with oils is different from painting with watercolors. Right from the difference in dilutions to the method of applying it on the surface, oil painting appeared to be confusing. While watercolor painting is done with thin dilutions of the paint with water, Oil painting was done with thick paint mixed slightly with linseed oil. When watercolors were done with layer upon layer of thin washes, oil colors were applied in thick dabs. The most confusing part was this : building up a watercolor painting begins with applying the lightest tones first to the darkest tone in the end. While oil painting is just the reverse!!!

I gave the list to Dad, and best Dad as he always is, bought me the entire list in no time. I think he was more excited than I was in my progress, for he asked me several times what I was planning to paint and if I had begun.

I was scared, confused and tensed thinking of all the formulas of oil painting instructed to me by Paul. I had the image playing in my mind for a considerable amount of time now. Managed to get a few reference pictures and ONE FINE DAY , I took the dive!!! While painting, I was facing the greatest road block now… the paint was not drying up like watercolors!!! Several telephone calls to Paul’s house ensued and finally I was convinced to believe that the painting would take about 10 days to dry and the painting process would never be complete in one day!!! After about 3-4 days my painting was complete, and the excitement was indescribable. Weeks and days of struggle had attained fruition! Finally, and finally I could ‘paint like the masters’ (Lol) with oil paint!!!

Posted above is my First ever painting in Oil

There is an internal struggle the first time. A fear of committing a mistake, as one wrong stroke can spoil the whole effort. It is after a series of such struggles and conscious efforts, painting becomes a natural mode of expression!

I would like to present to you the “First time ever” paintings of a few of my friends here.


Husna’s first Oil on Canvas titled “Jannath”



Madhavan (Maddy’s first painting of a still life with a real life object as reference)




Mina’s First watercolor painting of a still life.




Anki’s First Ever non figurative abstract in watercolours.



Please take a look at my friend Mahesh's Blog where he has posted a few of his FIRST art works.




On this occasion of the 200th entry in my gallery, I dedicate this blog to all who love Fine Art for its own sake: who love art but cannot paint, hobby artists, beginners, and professionals alike!!!!

Thank you all for the support you all have given me all through out, without which I wouldn’t have had the enthusiasm to continue this long.

Vinod Laxman

Friday, January 18, 2008

When Silence Speak


That’s what arrest is : It’s a blinding flash and a blow which shifts the present instantly into the past and the impossible into the omnipotent actuality... so runs the words of Alexander Solzhenitsyn in the first volume of his four volume treatise “The Gulag Archipelago” The book I have started rereading after some years. Though the book addresses a different context, these words sum up the abstract thoughts and theories and the fundamental epistemological questions going on in my mind at the moment.

A single word or a single action can change your life forever. It can propel you into the future or throw you into the past according to the nature of the word uttered or deed done and how it is perceived. A total incarceration of your own self into the situations you create, by someone else. Or do we actually create situations? Are they not the reaction or result thereof, of our own past actions and deeds? Does it speak of any involvement of the person to whom the words and actions are addressed to? This is in other words, a situation breeding another situation and the resultant entanglement of countless complex situations? The ever rotating wheel of cause and effect? The merciless torments of karma? How does this happen? Is there no escape? Why is it that I am a prisoner of my own thoughts that have arisen by someone else’s actions?

Am I right? Am I wrong? Or is that that I need a cup of strong tea at the moment?

Let me search for the answers in my own Silence. Let the Silence speak.


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Title : Silence (old work posted before)

Genre: Abstract Expressionism

Medium: Acrylic on Paper digitally edited with Photoshop

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© Vinod Laxman, 18.01. 2008

Monday, January 14, 2008

The Spring


“All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renenwed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.” ~ J.R.R. Tolkien~ ~The Lord of the Rings~

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Title : the spring

Medium : water colour and acrylic on cold pressed paper

Size: A3

Genre : Neo Expressionism


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Vinod Laxman