Friday, October 22, 2010

Storm time!

I do love a good storm! Here's a little watercolour...


Blinding blinding the sun burns bright,
With white it blinds me this heavens light.
And as my soul takes a gasp for air,
The darkness hounds me with devils snare
It strokes and it fuels and rips out my insides.
So goes my life between morning and night.

Monday, October 18, 2010

Lost in night

This is an etching I dug up from long ago. I don't know how much I like it, but here it is anyway.


Washed in on the shore, my nostrils are filled with salt. I’m all glazed eyes and twisted limbs as I lay limp and soaked to the core, staring into my own dead imagination.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Where I am


Life in all its profanity, its beauty, its blood drawing claws, its here, unabashed, unbridled permeating each atom of every soul. And so it flows through you and me; free. 

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Featured in Blanket Magazine!

Hello! My work 'On the Eve of the Seventh Day' http://appleofmyeye-dinesha.blogspot.com/2010/09/on-eve-of-seventh-day.html has been featured in Blanket - a magazine that uncovers emerging artists from around the world. I'm quite excited I must say, it's my first time being published anywhere!
  
Since they plugged me, I thought I'd afford them the same courtesy- seriously there are some really interesting and beautiful pieces inside. It's only $2 to buy online or free for a sneek peek.   http://blanketmagazine.com/ 

Here's another one of my works, just to add some colour to this post.


Monday, October 4, 2010

Pretty little flower things!

These doodles are inspired by my grandmother (achchi) who taught me to love art. She used to sketch circular floral patterns starting from the centre and working outward. She was a Buddhist and an art teacher in Sri Lanka so I assume that this style was derived from the colourful mandalas that decorated the inner walls of Buddhist temples.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Girl.


The end of days, of flower kites,
of magic rain and fairy sights,
of silkworm stars and floating hearts;
girl can’t you see reason?!

And so begins the cocoon she weaves,
Of stainless steel and processed meat
And in this cage she will stay
Until she learns to fly again.