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Riders on the Storm



People often ask me how I get the inspiration for my paintings/portraits. The truth is inspiration just strikes, like a thunderbolt from the stormy skies {or a sudden power surge when the voltage fluctuates, if you are the  mechanically (or electrically) inclined kinds}. And once there is a picture/idea inside my head it has to be captured on paper/canvas. Else it irks me, annoys me, drives me crazy till I sit down and put it on paper.

There is no reason as to why I want to make someone's portrait. It is just what I feel. And honestly, as you probably know, feelings are beyond logic. Once, I saw a display picture in google chat of Janani who blogs at Pretty woman and I simply had to make a  portrait. 

My portrait commissions are going extremely well now. (I have now completed  four more commissions and they do make truly personalised and wonderful gifts). To read about my first commission  and to know more about the process go here.

The pencil portrait you see in this post above ,was completed by me a few hours ago. It easily took me more than ten hours to make it. I started last evening and I worked (like someone possessed ) up to 2.30.a.m in the morning. Then today again, I worked at it for nearly the whole day, and I finally completed it. The actual picture measures 30x20 cms. (so it is fairly large).

Whenever I work on a piece of art, I do need music and of course, when I was making this portrait, I kept playing their songs over and over, especially 'Riders On the Storm'.

If you still have no idea whose portrait this is go here.

And while you're at it, I suggest, listen to this song too :-)

The Doors - Riders On The Storm New Stereo Mix .mp3
Found at bee mp3 search engine



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For my other portraits click here .

[ If you want a pencil portrait  as a unique  gift to that special someone, I do accept commissions.  I work from high resolution photos  which can be e-mailed to me. I use Extra smooth Bristol Board 100% acid free, A3 size paper which is of the highest professional quality (and it will last for centuries). You can mail me (on ps at preetishenoy dot com ) for rates and other details, if you are interested.]

Comments

  1. When I clicked on Jim Morison's picture (link that you have posted), for a second I thought that it redirected me to your own blog post.

    Beautifully done!

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  2. Varun: HUGE compliment that is! Thank u so very much! :) am beaming now :)

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  3. your best so far....

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  4. hey Preeti,

    A very happy new year to you.. :)
    just to understand, do u also use the same technique which i learnt in my art class for making portrait....

    u draw them freehand, or u follow do measurement technique?

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  5. Had no idea who it was and has to "go there" !! The portrait is one of your best - very like the original. Worth a 2.30 AM shift !!

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  6. I think you have magical hands to fill life into all the portraits you make :-) That too you are making them so fast! I hope you get many more assignments for your protraits... All the best:-)

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  7. OMG--when I clicked on the link ..speechless. It was an exact look-a-like.. Very talented you are....
    Take care
    Seema

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  8. :D
    you made me so happy by chosing Morrison as a subject!
    I love him i love him i love him! :P
    Needless to say, you have done more than justice!

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  9. Sucheta: i should have put the smaller original photo inset. Most people don;t seem to even know who he is :P

    Horizon:Thank you so very much!

    Pia:Thanks so much :)

    Ramesh: Surely it is! Thanks :)

    Sweta: i use gridding technique. One of my older posts (click on paintings on right side) explains in detail how i make them.

    Raam pyari: :) Thanks

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  10. hehe...then again, most people never really did "know" the lizard king! (yea i sometimes get gung ho in my love for the doors!)
    I really love this portrait (not just because of the subject)...I've already told you that you get better with each one I guess. Hats off :)

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