Wild (And often, free)

"Ocean Heart" is an ode to this hauntingly beautiful parallel universe that happens to be here on Earth.

Around this time, last month, I along with two of my closest friends (and co-partners at Illustration Much) finally 

took a trip we had been planning for almost a year.

We traveled to Sri Lanka, a beautiful island I had heard so much about but evidently knew nothing about.

Little did I know I'd come back changed, moved and ready for more change. The people, the art, the beauty.

We rode through the busy streets of Colombo -

 

Mapped our way to Hatton on a long train ride -

And then we did for a countless number of Sri Lankans do, atleast 4-5 times in their life; We climbed Adam's Peak!

We then ventured down South to Galle. If you're an artist, Galle is a dream.

Our last stop was the land of blue oceans, sea creatures and "Ocean Heart," Hikkaduwa.

    

We went snorkeling and the experience was life changing. We swam in deep blue oceans with turtles, fish, coral and all sorts of wonderful creatures. "Ocean Heart" is an ode to this hauntingly beautiful parallel universe that happens to be here on Earth. Where all you can hear is the course of your breathing, and time stands still.

As more chapters open and sadly some close, beauty always remains enduring.

Have a lovely week :)

Illustration Friday - Hibernate

“You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book (Lady Chatterley, for instance), or you take a trip, or you talk with Richard, and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death." 

 - Anais Nin

*My fear exactly*

The Dust and Rust of Unbecoming

Cloud Atlas

Our Cloud Atlas consisted of Auroville(and mysooru,coming soon!)this summer.
The heat,an almost but not quite different world,moped rides,vegan food:( and recovering lost time with the loves of your life.

A whole new blue

When my mother was in a hospital drying out,
or drinking at a pace that would put her there soon,
I would slip in the side door,
light an aromatic candle,
and bargain for us both.
Or else I'd stare into the day-moon of that face
and, if I concentrated, fly.

Come down! come down!
she'd call, because I was so high.

~Our Lady of Snows

By Robert Hass

Birth Lark

*Colaba-June 4th*

*Carter Road-June 10th*

In Bombay.
Where i was born.A city of memories,wonders and soundless bends.
A city..smiles for me and from me.

Shooting Clouds

The window makes a frame for the sky
The sky's in my collection.
.....
The window makes a frame for me
I'm in the sky's collection.
~~BEI DAO

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A jet(a mig)shoots a cloud every now and then(by moving through them)and that's what happens when they do.

*Because*

While we hope hopes and dream dreams everyone drifts away.And all thats left is the song that wants us to hold on to the fliers.Wanderdust-We will all wander away and smile(like we mean it) and share with the drifters and the fliers.All of them.One speck or the other.*Because*