#Satyajit Ray, you make me so proud to be an Indian.

Moving feet is what I woke up and frantically sketched away. No logic, no reference, mindlessly, in fact never drawn feet before. Is it the rebellious subconscious trashing the lockdown to run out? That seems too obvious and personally I completely support the lockdown. 

Bewildered for a moment, the feet magnetically attached themselves to 'Satyajit Ray's birth centenary.'

My spontaneous tribute of happy feet is my metaphor for his women whose feet walked out into the sunshine from the shadows of societal shackles, patriachal tapestries and more...

Of his men who broke the mould to hand-hold women when their feet asked to walk on dew fresh grass.

The footprints of Satyajit Ray that left their indelible mark on the map of world cinema.

Happy-feet are my offering to the Legend whose legacy makes us so proud to be an Indian.

#21DayObservationChallenge in Corona times. Day2

In these lockdown times let's challenge ourselves to observe the God in small things and give it, it's moment of rightful glory. My Day2 muse is the tiny droplet on my money plant. Post yours here. With time to stand and stare,  let us celebrate the extraordinary marvel of creation in all things in our everyday life. 

#21DayObservationChallenge.

In these lockdown times let's challenge ourselves to observe the God in small things and give it, it's moment of rightful glory. My Day1 muse is the Pomogrante at my breakfast table. Post yours here. With time to stand and stare,  let us celebrate the extraordinary marvel of creation in all things in our everyday life. 

Make Love visible

One-Art-A-Week-Auction - By Dolna

Lying on the grass,

I stared at the canopy of flaming blooms.
The sun streamed in, lighting it ablaze.
The trees began to dance
the breeze joined in.
It was a magical moment.
That unforgettable sight demanded
a 5ft x 5ft acrylic on canvas from me.
‘Did you experience the magic?
No he said preoccupied with his phone.
I called this canvas…
’The Magic Within’

Artist Mithu Basu believes in making her love visible. Her love for nature, its beauty, its laws, its relevance consume her and find expression through her art. So let the bidding begin

60"x 60" Acrylic on Canvas. Quote your best starting Rs. 76,000 at the close of Sunday the highest bidder gets the work of art. Dolna reserves the final right to sell.

All art comes with certified authentication.
(WhatsApp if you wish not to receive, I will have it actioned immediately)
Mithu Basu
Artist, Curator, Founder
www.dolna.in
9820414732
mithu.basu@dolna.in

Is cooking, Art?

Recently I was overwhelmed with the volume of engagement generated by my FB food post.

I am a late starter at the kitchen. My friends would cook and I would ask mom, when will you teach me? "For now observe the colours, flavours, textures, taste and nuances as you eat. Your taste buds will save your story. When the time comes you will cook effortlessly.

Remember, cooking is an art; the language of the heart. Cook with joy, serve fresh and generously as if the bowl never had a bottom. Go the nine yards but never show the flutter and frenzy. Serve, with love, care, in sequence and with patience. Only then will you feel the 'essence' of food.

Food is beyond appeasing hunger, that's just it's physical function. It is the foundation of a home, of relationships, of a community. Above all food gives 'life' a chance to live through us, so always cook wisely and well." She lived every word, my dearest mom.

Morning Dew By Mithu Basu

'A hard nut,'  said the adult. 'A ball' said the teenager The child cracked it open with curiosity and ate the soft sweet kernel with wonder.
Moral: Unlearning is the new learning.

From the pages of life...

Heard the colours speak as I was washing the palette."Why was I not on the canvas?"  Is that what we call destiny in the canvas of life too... is a thought that just popped up.