Doodles

Mel: Do ya like Barnee or Dreyfuss

changes in blue sky fox dot come

day paintings

wednesday

more clarity

the face

life drawing

christina wanted me to draw on black

I wanted to draw on white so we compromised

colour

Night Owl

blueskyfox the artbox

digital indian ink

angus in the city

illustration and experimental drawing

Ian Watt’s class

and the journal will go back in time.

We seek structure but we are humans not machines and thus will be always be tampered by emotion. Emotion. If there was no emotion there would be no art just engineering.

Paint 23/7

I could barely paint with a prush and troday when I tried other mediums. I loved my knife that gave a crisp cut chips texture but was not feasible and ultimately pained with tissue, fingers and sponge after creating a background that I was always afraid of doing. Very happy with that. Tried colours over colours and created Mickey Mouse red blot.

the beach

the mask

holy cow

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today after maskkkkk

secrets

dungeons

dark secrets

inspired

nooks and corners

The darker side

one wet saturday

week one 14 – 20 july

what i learned this week was that art can be learned since i suck at shadow and shading
and never thought I could give depth to a drawing. somewhere i learned that and of course forgot that give a grid made of old mathematical sums and drawings in grey gave picture a depth. this was reiterated by christina that drawing something without a back ground was not easy on the eyes. learning connexion is hands on and not to forget the billion-dollar setting with history and romance. i feel that history gives romance and romance gives art and this is the trinity of learning.
i first came
to learning connection on 15th of june and was stunned at the atmosphere and sensed at least 15 spirits in the place and of course sat on the outside bench for 15 minutes and took in the beautiful vibration.

tlc

Erskine

blueskyfox

My first Poetry Reading

mafia

blowing sands into the bay
your happy yay
and your two dollar car
your million dollar hugs
duck feather duvet
a creative green stirs me in eight languages
internalise a small piece of charcoal
living silently at edge of an icy ocean
on a black lighthouse
making a documentary or two
as our craft teacher is screaming in my school
Mrs Rebello is old now
setting fire to red hot bureaucracy
burning the couch

the ghost of what we never had

i call your name
you call my name
at midnight
for what?
Life is too short
to not say
what i feel…
what you feel

Island Bay feels empty already

there’s a castle painted in the arts
and black cats that jump the roof
and samosas sold on the street
and your lazy smile tearing through my defences
you pack softly smile
and sun comes alive with oranges floating in the wind
blink and stars cry lonely in the night
you walk
and I do not know if I should be crying because i miss you
and missing you because in the worldly terms
we know not eachother Jessica,

popat and his car

gumbooty amazon parrots

The gumbootie amazon parrots are a tribute to the dedicated team of Jonathan and his lovely tutors and this colourful thingy has come back into my life after Neha in 1995 March when I drew a parrot in the mail I never posted to her Los Angeles house and the colours are back as you can see in the Island Bay campus that looks like tintin and picaros and prisoners of the sun jungle and all the 15 ghosts are helpful.

bouncing in the square

office polyticks

digital paint and carbon footprint

alice kissed green/yellow wonderland frog-prince

crimson yellow sun
beach textures
playing with ashes
creating charcoal
a face sleeps blue low with glue
a connexion in the amazon jungle

calling an italian cab in paris
makes better headlines. BUMP

creativity is thy response to….
burning picasso’s colours to keep warm in french snow
our limits our life our love
not what they seem

octopus colours chemistry as flowers fade
in acrylic acid
black blue red presences in yellow
as lime explores my first love

anyone needs clean water to make mud
clear crystal to create blood
as your maroon jacket emiates warmth

afternoon intrusion of a wagger

through the foliage an old school clears my path
as I draw on you
cell beeps.
end up at your door step
crimson purity with a christian patience
we talk as the cat jumps the green wall
we smile and share a century of information
in an hour
the girl in the dream could be an angel
I was hoping it was you
since last life

The Learning Connexion begins

wellington

टापू की खाडी

पाप से धरती फटी

शिकारी कुत्ते मई तेरा खून पी जओंगा

आदिमानव

हरा नीला भेडिया

Genesis Art

अपना घर तो अपना घर है आजा रे

wellington की पिंजर

गुलाबी गाव

wellington के समुन्दर और हवा

cambridge के दिन

मौत का सौदागर

छेद वाला गाव Hamilton

430 x 231 क्या तुम्हे याफ है

हा मुझे याद है

तुम हो तो हर रत दिवाली हर दिन मेरी होली है

ग्रास भूल गया

thankgodforgrass

जले मन तेरा भी

आग से नाता

मेरी भिघी भिघी सी

कोयला

मेरे महबूब तुझे सलाम

क्या हुआ तेरा वादा

तू बड़ा hi फोक्स्य है रे

क्या तुम्हे याद है

आवारा गलिया ये हौले हौले गए

कभी भुला कभी याद किया

दुनिया रंग बे रंगी bhaya

भाई तुम हस्त अक्षर करते हो या नहीं

मैं तुम्हारा खून पी जाऊँगा

इलाके कुत्ते बिल्ली के होते है

मध्यम

बहुत बड़ा

बड़ा

ब्स्फ़ 347

bsf june 08

bsf art