Like many kids of her age, Mamoon (Sudhriti) likes to colour, draw, paint, and enjoys her ‘drawing and painting’ … Shruti and I generally indulge her; I more than just generally … now that she is vacationing at home, she tries her hand at ‘independent’ ‘drawing and painting’ … enough of colouring books, so she seems to say …
A couple of years back, Mamoon stunned us with this painting …
It was randomly done and it was so beautiful, that I started dreaming … Kandinsky, Miro, I thought … anyway, I was reminded of what Bikasho had said once, “It took me four years to paint like Raphael, but a lifetime to paint like a child …” Mamoon must have been around three and a half at that time, and this painting made me think of the complexities of ‘abstract art’ … she would have had no inkling of the turbulence that this created within me . . .
Everything has returned to terra-firma now, and she draws and paints like a five and half year old now . . . no fancy flights of imagination . . . just rooted firmly in terra firma . . . houses, grass, skies, birds, rivers, trees, etc. . . . and most importantly self-portraits . . . and Shruti and I are her patrons, sort of . . . she draws and colours her paintings and dedicates and gifts them to either Shruti or me and sometimes to both . . . and sometimes she writes her name too . . .
Here are a couple of landscapes . . . these are all her most recent ones . . .
This one is done with crayons . . . and dedicated to ‘Mom’ . . . I like the trees . . . and there are a couple of fish in the river . . . the sun is smiling and the birds seem happy
Her first ‘conscious’ water-colour . . . a general outline was done by her grandfather and she improvised with colours . . . I like the trees here too . . . and the sun was an after thought . . . no space for birds, so no birds . . .
Are here are some self-portraits . . .
This one is dedicated to Mom and Dad . . . and she is in the midst of this landscape . .
Here, she is outside her house . . .
And here, she seems to be gung-ho about something . . . fist raised and all . . . or maybe she is just walking . . . and the sun is shining, and smiling, as always . . .
And that’s all for now . . . from Mamoon's indulgent Baba . . .