Saturday 6 April 2019


I once had come upon a bedraggled painter who when he was not drunk painted with oil on canvas and sold them for a living. His name was Bhaskar and he was quite good at his art but drink would mostly get the better of him. He charged about six to eight hundred for a canvas of size six by four ( this was 2008). This being very affordable for small time art lovers like us, we gave him pictures to convert to canvas. Mostly, he returned with a painting in about a fortnight or more but sometimes he simply went underground for days, trying our patience to the limits. We managed to get him to do about three or four paintings but in the case of the last one which I had kind of commissioned personally, he simply disappeared into thin air and was never seen again. This picture was one of a pond full of water lilies, the ones we call shaluk in Bengali. I adored that little picture I had picked up from a desk calendar and it cheesed me off no end that Bhaskar never returned this picture back to me.
Later, I heard that he had succumbed to an alcohol induced illness.

I came upon a lovely watercolour of lotuses growing in a shallow pond and have tried to reproduce the same.

Leave me a word of encouragement, your good deed of the day๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜.

I'll upload three pictures today:
No 1:The Pond Lotuses (My work)
No 2: A pix of my worktable ( JLT)
No 3: One of Bhaskar's paintings

Don't forget the comments.
( The best comment wins my framed and autographed shaluk painting๐Ÿ˜.)
And yes, of course this offer is a blue blooded bribe to garner comments)


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