THE MISTRESS OF THE HOUSE
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Red House
watercolor on paper
It went many years,
But at last came a knock,
And I though of the door
With no lock to lock.
I blew out the light,
I tip-toed the floor,
And raised both hands
In prayer to the door.
But the knock came again.
My window was wide;
I climbed on the sill
And descended outside.
Back over the sill
I bade a... 'Come in'
To whatever the knock
At the door may have been.
So at a knock
I emptied my cage
To hide in the world
And alter with age.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
'Ask The Possible'
'Sold'
To a gentleman named 'Mark Venner' who has to his credit :
"Fallout" (2006) TV mini-series (story)
Pavee Lackeen: The Traveller Girl (2005) (writer)
And Mark was kind enough to write to me when he recieved the painting:
'I am now the very proud owner of this beautiful painting! It's here in my hands now! Thank you so much dear Ruchi! It will be treasured always.'
Thankyou Mark for making it so special for me..
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
'Ask The Possible'
Asks the Possible of the Impossible,
"Where is your dwelling-place?"
"In the dreams of the Impotent,"
comes the answer
A dewdrop is a perfect integrity
that has no filial memory of its parentage.
A mind all logic is like a knife all blade.
It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
- Tagore
Monday, February 8, 2010
Love in Life
Room after room,
I hunt the house through
I hunt the house through
We inhabit together.
Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her---
Next time, herself!---not the trouble behind her
Left in the curtain, the couch's perfume!
As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew:
Yon looking-glass gleaned at the wave of her feather.
Yet the day wears,
And door succeeds door;
I try the fresh fortune---
Range the wide house from the wing to the centre.
Still the same chance! She goes out as I enter.
Spend my whole day in the quest,---who cares?
But 'tis twilight, you see,---with such suites to explore,
Such closets to search, such alcoves to importune!
Robert Browning
Labels:
flowers water color,
homes,
landscape,
rural,
warm
Friday, February 5, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
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