“After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, and you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t mean security, and you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises, and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child, and you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure… that you really are strong, and you really do have worth.”~Veronica A. Shoffstall

i used Pencil Colors after a long time.

blue face.

ive been painting on Flash.

Practice for Dip Film.

so these are a few examples, of Flash Painting.

more to come soon.

first ever portrait!

hello all!
been a while since i posted!
a month or so.
well,
ive been quite loaded with work, but today,
i took time out to make this on Corel Painter -

my first ever full-fledged portrait done on Painter!

turned out pretty ok i think!(contrary to my views when i first saw it done) :D

took reference from a photo of hers i had clicked. but took only REFERENCE. :)

other than that its done in about two hours from start to finish.

and i used 2B pencil and Acrylics.

so what do you think?

i encourage critiques and comments.

so please feel free and generous. ;)

thanks for viewing you all!

PS: somehow this particular model of mine here, has inspired me ALOT, recently! :)

on the beach.

Maanvi drew this for me on Facebook.
Ive been wanting to go to the beach for a long time now.
And we will, very soon.

Here is a link to maanvi's blog.
She's been doing some killer work, especially her illustrations.
Check it out! :)

can we stop here for a while?

we sit and curse

we sit and hope

for breeze

for love

the desires build sand castles in our hearts

we nurture dreams of drops of clear water

tearing the grey clouds

falling from the endless

onto lips dry from heat

collecting in our hands 

loosely

dripping down making sweet sounds

let them not touch the earth

let them not wet the mud

let me keep them all

and one rain, is all it takes.