Wednesday, April 24, 2024
PAUL CEZANNE AND THE FISHING VILLAGE IN TRINCOMALEE, SRI LANKA.
Tuesday, April 23, 2024
The Dream that Flew Away
Sunday, April 14, 2024
IF YOU MAKE A FRIEND OF TIME
Thursday, April 11, 2024
Wednesday, April 3, 2024
How it all Began
My paternal uncle, was once a world-famous scientist and inventor, but now nobody took him seriously. For all his brilliance if two words could be used to describe him they would be Extremely Eccentric. He had the strange habit of suddenly asking a physics question in the middle of a normal conversation and you were liable to be scolded if you did not give a satisfactory answer. For this reason some people including many of his former colleagues avoided him. Some said it was old age encroaching, some said it was an illness of the mind.
Tuesday, April 2, 2024
Wednesday, March 27, 2024
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Monday, March 25, 2024
Why I Draw
Many years ago when I was a kid I had a great fascination with
the sea. As I grew up it didn't leave me, the sea seemed to be the fun place it
had always been. But one day I went to the beach and found it all very dull.
The sea seemed mysterious and menacing rather than the magical place where all
my dreams were formed. As I was returning home by train after the disappointing
trip, I was shocked to find out that I had lost the thrill of travelling by
train. One by one as the years went by I found that I had lost interest in most
things. It was then that I discovered art. Though my drawings and paintings
were not very good it gave me a great thrill to draw something new every day.
Later on I got interested in writing short stories, few people comment on what
I write and those that do so out of sympathy, but still I enjoy writing. I
think having an idea either in art, music, carpentry or any other thing and
then implementing it is one of the greatest thrills life has to give. So one
day I decided to revisit the sea. It was one of the best things I had ever
done. It seemed through art I had found an old friend again.
Saturday, March 23, 2024
Trinco
……Many years ago, I was walking on a village road in Trinco with a Doctor who seemed to be more interested in trees and plants than on patients. He seemed to know everything there was to know about plants and was lecturing me about each plant and tree, the structure of the flowers, the kind of leaf, the root system, we came across as we walked. It seemed he had an endless knowledge about everything that the botanical world could throw at him and was fascinated by his own knowledge. I was astonished. But isn’t this useless knowledge, that was irrelevant to me as well as him. How could it benefit anyone other than someone directly involved in it to earn more money. Didn’t a famous ancient poet (whose name I couldn’t recall), once say that education is like an endless ocean, but to be successful one had to be like the mythical swan, who when given milk mixed with a lot of water would only drink the milk but put away the water. Time being finite shouldn’t we only filter out knowledge that is useful to us. However I never asked him this question, because it seemed an unkind thing to say. But as I was listening to his endless lecture on plants I realized the true value of such knowledge. To pass an exam or maybe even to be successful we should follow the mythical swan. But to be happy we must take a wider interest in things around us, the trees, the stars and a million other things around us…..
Composition
Wednesday, March 13, 2024
Monday, March 11, 2024
Friday, March 8, 2024
Pen Drawing
When doing line drawings (pen and ink drawings), cross hatching must be used. Cross hatching is a widely-used artistic technique used to add shadow and dimension to drawn objects. It involves filling a space with at least two sets of lines, with the second set crossing over the first to create a darker effect. Its a bit complicating and time consuming (and therefore boring to do), so I used a kind of crude technique for the following line drawing.
Wednesday, March 6, 2024
Joseph Conrad
Sunday, March 3, 2024
Expressionism - Expressionism, artistic style in which the artist seeks to depict not objective reality but rather the subjective emotions and responses that objects and events arouse within a person. The artist accomplishes this aim through distortion, exaggeration, primitivism, and fantasy and through the vivid, jarring, violent, or dynamic application of formal elements. In a broader sense Expressionism is one of the main currents of art in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, and its qualities of highly subjective, personal, spontaneous self-expression are typical of a wide range of modern artists and art movements. The following are two Expressionist oil pastel drawings by me:
Oil Pastel Still Life by me (A still life is a work of art depicting mostly inanimate subject matter, typically commonplace objects which are either natural (food, flowers, plants, rocks, shells, etc.) or human-made (drinking glasses, books, vases, jewelry, coins, pipes etc). Still life occupied the lowest rung of the hierarchy of genres, but has been extremely popular with buyers. This painting is a still life I did using oil pastel).
Thursday, February 15, 2024
A Tree More Valuable than Gold
Tuesday, February 13, 2024
Cartoon
Sunday, February 11, 2024
A WALK IN THE DARK
Once I took the old sea route
For I had missed the bus
Taking the road on that dark night
Was for me just too much
An old man told of this old beach route
That he alone once tread
But now as I walk on this strange beach I wonder
Was the old man dead
As I gaze at the dark night's stars
The constellations now seem strange
To the left of me is the strange dark sea
To the right a Portuguese grave
These men had been dead for centuries
But why did they die here
So far from their homeland
It fills me with a terrible fear
Why did these men come here
This was not their land
To die on a foreign beach
I never understood it man
When I set out this night
I thought I saw the Great Bear
But now strange stars loom so large
That it gives me a scare
The Sea now seems to say something
Or did someone scream
Northern Lights seem so strange
In this Eastern beach
Are these the sands I left behind
Or the famed Sands of Time
Will I reach my home beach
Or the very dawn of Life
Has a night now passed
Or perhaps a Century
Is that a sea turtle out there
Or a Creature of some Primordial beach
I wake up in my home beach
Where fishermen cry fish, fish
But did I really walk out there
Or was I half asleep.
Wednesday, February 7, 2024
THE MAGIC OF UNREALITY
Sunday, February 4, 2024
In memory of many days that were happy
Friday, February 2, 2024
When bad times come remember even your shadow might disappear.......But then the Sun will shine and then......
Shadow Shadow darkest shadow
Will you too leave me
When the meaningless reeds on the southern river bank move with the wind
Will you still believe me
Shadow Shadow my own shadow
Will they even sway you
If in anger they bend the truth
Will you then lie too
Shadow Shadow my best friend
If the wind blows slow
And wicked men use oars to reach me
Will you join them too
Shadow Shadow darketh shadow
If darkness helps your goals
And the Sun disappears for me
Will you help them kill my Soul
Shadow Shadow my very own Shadow
If you ever lose your Soul
In the darkest hour that comes before dawn
Remember the Sun will still unite us.
RJX
Sunday, January 21, 2024
THE ENDLESS BEGINNING
Wednesday, January 17, 2024
Travel Story
Tuesday, January 9, 2024
Marooned in a Lonely Island
Marooned in a Lonely Island
Seeking a Friendly Ship,
Waters of Silver Ripples,
And Beaches of Branchless Trees.
A Sun that Burns the Skin
Clouds that Embrace,
Parrots that Speak Bloody French,
God ! Am I going Insane
Is that a Damn ship out there
Will it hit the Damn Reef
Will my Dum Dog greet me
Dammit, it’s the bloody Spanish
But behind this Coconut Jungle
And Creepers of Blue Lilies
And Past that thorny hell bush
Is a Jungle of Great Trees
Trees of Giant Timber
A Jungle of Tamarinds
With a Saw from the old Wreck
Could I Build a Two Mast Ship
RJX
Friday, January 5, 2024
Far far from the shore
Wrote this poem, here the word Dawn could mean a person's name or could mean new light or a new beginning, greed could mean the ships name or greediness for material wealth