Three Houses

These drawings were done for Hello Every Sunday but since I like houses I will post them here as well. 

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25/Sept/2017: I have added a SHOP symbol like the one below also to the left column of this blog. It will take you through the process of selecting and ordering prints.

https://shopforplums.blogspot.in/

The Pleasure of Posting.

So much pleasure in carefully packing these beautiful and 
sophisticated prints. Just look at them! 
Much to my delight, the entire Post Office was empty this afternoon so everything got stamped and sent in just 10 minutes flat.Those in Bangalore will be getting their prints by tomorrow itself via Speed Post. Woohoo!

The BEST PRINTS Ever

So after months of searching, I finally managed to find a great printer, the kind who makes Fine Art Prints rather than brochures. The difference in quality is dazzling to say the least, the feel of the paper is pure luxury and the prints of my illustrations take my breath away. They are that good.

So to so many of you who clamored for "that picture of the boat" and "the Crow one", here is your chance to own your favorite at a very buyer friendly price.

Email me as always at priya.sebastian@gmail.com with your address, choice of print and number of copies.
I will give you my bank details / Paypal details for a transfer and poof, these excellent prints can be yours!

MY CROW
17inches x 14.5 inches
Fine Art Print on Enhanced Matte paper
Price: Rs.2,500 (USD 39)
For postage and handling add Rs.500 within India and USD 8 for international shipping.
Email me at priya.sebastian@gmail.com
with your postal address, choice of print and number of copies.

and this -

THE JOURNEY
17inches x 12.5 inches
Fine Art Print on Enhanced Matte paper
Price: Rs.1,500 (USD 25)
Postage and handling add Rs.500 within India and USD 8 for international shipping.
Email me at priya.sebastian@gmail.com
with your postal address, choice of print and number of copies.

25/Sept/2017: I have added a SHOP symbol like the one below also to the left column of this blog. It will take you through the process of selecting and ordering prints.

https://shopforplums.blogspot.in/

Prettiest House

While returning from the Santhal village, we stumbled at this house at stopped and stared. A young woman who lived here came cycling inside the garden and allowed us to look around a bit. She said the house belonged to her parents. Her father was a sculptor and she was a student at Shantiniketan.

Favorite Pictures

From a walk to a Santhal village.

A Walk Through a Santhal Village

So rather than making up bulls*** posts, I have decided to finally make my long overdue posts from my memorable visit to the East of India. One of the memories that will always remain with me is a walk I took through a Santhal village with a friend. Indian villages can sometimes get overworked with embellishment but the structures in this village were simple shapes that looked like a child's drawings - uneven lines, large blocks of earthy color in limited palette and simple patterns. Arbitrarily placed objects created strange compositions. Everything seemed bleached out by the heat of the afternoon sun. We walked through courtyards and peered into windows, completely overcome by curiosity. We were not shooed away because the village seemed deserted and the few people who were present simply ignored us. 

Refugee

And other drawings here >>>

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You want to know how I spend my time?

I walk through the front lawn, pretending

To be weeding. You ought to know

I am never weeding, on my knees, pulling

clumps of clover from flower beds: in fact

I am looking for courage, for some evidence

my life will change, though

it takes forever, checking

each clump for the symbolic

leaf, and soon the summer is ending, already

the leaves turning, always the sick trees

going first, the dying turning

brilliant yellow, while a few dark birds perform

their curfew of music. You want to see my hands?

As empty now as at the first note.

Or was the point always

to continue without a sign.

                 ~ Louise Gluck

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I assure my readers I am not clawing at clumps of clover with my bare hands,not yet anyway, but sometimes what you hear from life around you and in the news, makes you wish you could change things.

This interview

This probably hits the nail on the head more than most

editorials would >>>

And this both in my city and elsewhere >>>

Gup

One day an acquaintance chided me for living so close to Albert Bakery and not yet trying out the Brain Puff. It is sold only on Saturdays and Sundays mind you, and one has to go early, by 3pm, before it gets over. Well, I did try it and it was really good.

And this below, this morning, the best ever Italian Mochachino somewhere along one of those crossroads at Indiranagar (9th Main). I am very particular about my coffee and I was told the Italians are too. They personally trained the coffee makers at this Gelataria and the strong coffee with real chocolate was pure heaven.

If I compare this to my days in Montreal, I paid exactly CAD2 for this here, yes you read that right, two Canadian dollars.

Now I love Italians and I want to go live there.