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Deeply rooted

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“To move freely you must be deeply rooted"

---Bella Lewitsky

Good painting is like good cooking.It can be tasted but not explained. Therefore I am not even attempting to explain it.And I am not even sure it is good !(But yes, I like it) It is just an expression of my deep rooted emotions.
It is called Deeply rooted.

It is a mixed media collage-painting(again!) that I made today. Thanks to my friend Tyler Durden(again!) who continues to find new ways to inspire me.


And here are some quotes which say all that I want to, about paintings.


" Thirst will parch your tongue and your body will waste through lack of sleep ere you can describe in words that which painting instantly sets before the eye”
---Leonardo Da Vinci


" Eloquence is a painting of thoughts."
---Blaise Pascal


"Painting is very easy when you don't know how,but very difficult when you do."
---Edgar Degas


“For me, painting is a way to forget life.A cry in the night, a strangled laugh"

----Georges Rouault.

Comments

  1. Looks great! I can never do justice to a human figure. Certainly, it's good!

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  2. Love the colors you used. The quote by Rouault was my favorite!

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  3. I especially like the Degas' quote, it's so true!! And I'm saying this because I absolutely do NOT know how to paint. So I just paint like kids do.
    That girl is really great! She's toned :)
    Oh and cooking...I've been having such an appetite lately...

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  4. I love the sun coming from behind the branches of the tree and the way the picture darkens adn colours change to give the feeling of depth. The person in the picture seems totally engrossed in her movement. This is a really great and expressive way way to communicate the phrase you quote.

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  5. hey dont tell me u made it!! its toooo gud. he he

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  6. Beautiful painting.
    Your quote reminded me of something. Due to my childhood I really had no idea how to be a mother, I scoured every book I could find on the subject, did all sorts of research and came away more confused than ever. But one part of a quote:
    Give them strong roots and strong wings...
    stuck with me and that is what I have been attempting to do with my girls.

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  7. its come out really good. as already mentioned above, getting the human figure rt in this kind of painting is pretty tough.. trust me . I know!!!

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  8. I mentioned in my email that you'd chosen deep sensuous/serious colours. Having looked at the picture afresh I think it might be about Motherhood, birth, holding something dear that is yet to be realised..If you turn the picture upsidedown it's almost womb-like!The figure is being held..but is reaching out of the womb.

    Maybe I am reading too much into this..but every picture tells a story Preeti! I love this.

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  9. The picture is interesting. I wrote in my email that you'd used sensuous/serious colours. I see now that it is about a few things..Motherhood,birth,letting go, holding on..So much so that if you turn the picture upsidedown it is almost womb-like. The womb is holding onto the woman who appears restless and wants to be born as she reaches out.

    every pictures tells a story!

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  10. nice quotes...cool painting.
    for me painting is simply going wild with colors..expressing your heart's deepest desires.

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  11. I finally see meaning in this picture.... just one question.. did you intend for the tree to look like hands? like in a traditional indian dance?

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  12. Love the Blaise Paschal quote. Especially since he wrote The Pensees

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