Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Sunday, March 28, 2010

'Dilli Darshan'
watercolor on paper
55'X 60'

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Red House
watercolor on paper

The Lockless Door by Robert Frost

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

Green is not the color of Envy

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Thursday, March 4, 2010

'Ask The Possible'

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

'Modern Opticals'

Laura came all the way to Noida to collect 'Modern Opticals', I cherish my collectors as much as they cherish my work! Its such a nice feeling...

Saturday, February 20, 2010

'Clara's Daughter'

This is my first ever attempt on a portrait.... I liked this picture of my FB friend Clara's daughter for her expressive eyes and innocence matched only by the flowers she is holding in the picture...!!!

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

'I have no name'

'I have no name'

Monday, February 8, 2010

Love in Life

Room after room,
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

Tuesday, January 5, 2010