When life gave me Paper…

In the monsoon laden June of 2010, the husband is asked to take on a short term project in Mumbai and we decide that I would be tagging along. We are happily sent off by the family with exploding packets of VaggaraNe Avalakki (flattened rice) & Besan Ladoos (sweets made with gramflour and tons of ghee) stacked in an otherwise empty suitcase. After being bombarded with a list of “Don’t do this” & “Don’t do that” by paranoid relatives,  we taxi up to the airport with the silent thrill of uncertainty hovering in our minds.What transpired over the next three months is a journey even my day dreams failed to conjure up.
We drench in the sultry monsoon rains of Mumbai, savour piping hot Vada Pavs with a side of fried green chillies everyday at 8:30am and cross paths with the warmest of people ( some of whom I continue to stay in touch with). I fall in love with a city that isn’t Bangalore…
The company offered to put us up in a nano-sized hotel room, owned by a nice Sardar couple. The A/C blared louder than the television. I clearly wasn’t prepared for the city’s soaring temperatures. A marsala maroon bedspread over a vibrant, printed Rajasthani bed sheet was my make do sofa. I had the added comfort of tucking in my feet in a cosy blanket. Midday wafts of Dal Tadka flooded the room coupled with sounds of mustard seeds sputtering in hot oil. A grey-black granite slab jutting out from the wall became a prayer corner.  While the husband was at work, I was cooped up in this tiny space and while the first few hours were spent organizing & devotedly basking in laziness, the rest of the day felt like eternity. The kind owner lady assured me that she would scour for hobby classes through her evening walk. The next morning  I enrolled in Paper Quilling classes. I knew I had found something to kill time.
What I didn’t know was this: Being cramped up in a hotel room, many miles away from home would wind up extracting oodles of creativity from me. I didn’t know was that the little granite slab would become a workspace strewn away with strips of pastels, flaming reds & ombres. I also didn’t know I would indulge in a whirlwind romance with paper & glue.
I quilled my heart away for the next three months oblivious of the rains that pitter pattered out our window….rolling, gluing and putting together flowers, leaves & abstracts. The devils workshop of an idle mind vanished deep into the recesses of my brain with every idea that sprung on sleepless nights. Reveries transformed from shoe shopping at Linking Road to gleefully idling away at the craft store in Nadco Complex.
This is where it all began….
(Mumbai holds a special place in our hearts and I hope to write & share sometime,more of the happy things we experienced in that very loving city)
A couple of months later we found ourselves in Jersey City and in the two years that followed, I quilled almost everyday (sans the days we vacationed), conducted classes and sold some creations online & at bustling art markets. Then it was Hello Bangalore! once again. Bangalore was kind & welcoming because I found myself hustling between classes at home, several happy students going in and out. I like to think that I learnt more than I taught.I also think I have a long journey of learning ahead.
Quilling is the art of rolling paper strips into a design…simple, complicated, miniature, massive. When students perplexedly remark that it appears more byzantine than they would like, I always assure them this : It’s not as hard as it looks. Additionally, the scope it offers is  as versatile as that offered by brush and a palette of paints. This is a tangled labyrinth they won’t regret being lost in.
Quilling has taught me that Amma’s (mom) patience lending genes have indeed taken precedence over my father’s contrasting ones and have made their way through to me since every composition takes a certain amount of time to achieve. It was in that little room in magical Mumbai that I learnt the meaning of being passionate about something.
Romantic gloomy days coupled with a warm cup of tea & a plethora of coloured strips continue to be my panacea. I’m currently in the midst of getting an online Etsy store ready and rather chuffed about it. Lest I forget, I’m thankful to the teacher in Mumbai who introduced me to this world that has caught me by addiction albeit in only positive ways…

I’ll admit I’ve barred & hidden all the initially made kitschy pieces but here’s a minuscule display of my work….I do hope you like it…


Oops! I stained the Coffee Table!

You know how little kids bursting with an overzealous creative effulgence wind up drawing the most haphazard but one-of-a-kind designs making for the most adorable wall art,  sometimes capable of even putting a Picasso to shame.Well,  I’m no child but admittedly ridden with a perpetual itch to create, to slather empty spaces with paints & splotches, to suffuse the blank with prints and finally to render to that my very own signature.Long story short, I’m on a relentless hunt for a Blank Canvas. To help make this all a reality, I’m blessed with a husband who may not know his way around a brush or pencil but whose mind is a store of ideas and is guilty of many, many light bulb moments.  Like when a sober looking ivory wall in our Bangalore bedroom constantly tickled the right side of my brain: The following weekend, we painted the wall a nice light sap green and framed an old, frayed, gold & ivory satin cloth to make for wall decor. And Voila! Life turned a tad greener, fresher & so much better.
Now that you get the picture, let’s move on to the chief protagonists of this article.
Back when we were in Jersey City (if only I had a dollar for every time I used this phrase!), we had just moved into our studio and were on a constant lookout for inexpensive furniture. An apartment above ours turned into our very own flea market, replete with abandoned tables, shelves & cupboards. We drank in the treasure but a 30″ coffee table became the object of interest to the both of us and the same evening, it had our name on it! The table seemed rather antique, with a rosewood like finish which was polished off in a jiffy after a visit to Home Depot. What grabbed my attention though was the spotless glass top, enormous, hefty, mundane and most importantly, Empty……
The next couple of weeks, I donned my messy apron and austerely immersed myself in a tunnel of colors, hoping to make it my own. Nothing beautifies glass like imitation Stained Glass Painting and after a round of thick outlining, I have to admit, painting it was a breeze. I wound up using a ton of crimson to keep in tandem with the The Wall of Warli & our red ottomans. Here’s the outcome, the table which inevitably became a part of many date nights, got a taste of all my experiments from the kitchen, that selflessly lent itself for my crafty projects which also meant tolerating sticky glue stains , held freshly baked birthday cakes with candles and became a significant part of that home.
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Onto the next part of the story. The other protagonist. For obvious reasons, we couldn’t carry this 80 pound glass top back to Bangalore and saw ourselves yearning for another center table that permitted tea spills, provided a temporary home for my books, friend-ed & accommodated the extra set of my students and for those rare meal times when we were tempted to stretch our legs & indulge in a nail biting televison series. The long and short of it, every home deserves a coffee table, so did this one.
Glass switched with wood & paper this time and weeks of intense imitation Minakari Painting, transpired in this.(The original Minakari Painting is a gift from the very talented artisans of Rajasthan and can be seen adorning palaces.The one you see below is just a imitation and made using fevicryl products). The copper bronze finish was implemented in order to compliment the brown beige cushions & carpet. I jazzed up these earthy tones with some hot pink & yellow, in other words, the perks of unshackled creative freedom. (Once the painting was complete, a very kind person who specializes in framing paintings did the needful aka framed it, fixed the additional wooden logs for legs and fitted it with an appropriate sized glasstop.)

(Please ignore the red mat below)
After a two year stint in Bangalore, it was time to move again although this time the table made it’s way, flying 9000 miles, to Canada. The husband has now cleverly transformed my work of art into a little high top dining table.
But, this home still lacks a coffee table and my brain is on overdrive…..

I do hope you liked this one!

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The Wall of Warli- A Painting & A Story

Back in 2010, the husband & me had a little studio for a home in Jersey City, NJ. No complaints though, smaller spaces make for quick cleaning & easy maintenance. With a dreamy view of a shimmering New York Skyline, the only thing  amiss was privacy. The living room directly merged with the bedroom space & though the house seemed bigger, we would have been happier with a make do seperator. We scoured Ikea, Amazon, & Craigslist even in the quest to find the perfect room separating apparatus but in vain. That’s when the husband had a jolt of an idea & the Wall of Warli was born. Continue reading “The Wall of Warli- A Painting & A Story”

Spring!- Quillography

The anticipation for spring grows as I see a grey and white landscape outside my window. As much as I find peace in looking at the frozen lake & snow laden trees which make the words “winter wonderland” a reality,  the mind can’t help but yearn for a little sunshine and a little colour. The Weather Gods obviously will have it their way and I’m going to be made to wait a tad longer but this creation, for me,  is much like a trailer, a preview of the beauty I hope to encounter this spring.

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#tbt – Peach Quilled flowers on a Jute background

Time again for some throwback! This Quilled Clock was made by me as an order. First off, I’m a huge fan of arrowhead flowers that are seen in this picture and as you will spot in many of my coming posts as well.
One of the things that I concentrate on when I’m making a flower arrangement such as this is the ratio of flowers to leaves. It’s important to rest the flower on a big bed of leaves in order for the flower to take the spotlight & for the arrangement to look bounteous. Yes, it takes immense patience, a ton of twirling & swirling & gluing & shaping but it’s so worth it!
I love trying different backgrounds & this one is a red, jute one from Itsy Bitsy in Bangalore. To keep some order, I’ve lined the pretty peach petals in red. I do hope you like this creation!

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Life is Beautiful!

” Think of all the beauty left around you and be happy.”
– Anne Frank

Be it the ochre and golden coloured leaves of the fall or the delicate petals of the sakura tree in spring, life is beautiful.
Be it the the snow laden rooftops of winter or the sun cheerfully blazing in the summer, life is beautiful.
Blooming clusters of hydrangeas are beautiful. Barren trees are beautiful too.
Sunsets, sunrise, emerald green mountains, pristine blue waters & pebbled beaches…the myriad miracles of nature make life beautiful.
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Rajasthan was the chosen destination to ring in the celebrations of our wedding anniversary and it did not disappoint. Pardon me for using ‘colourful’ and words alike a few too many times in this post. Rajasthan captivates with it’s vibrant art and culture.
It was a five day vacation beginning with Udaipur and moving on to Kumbhalgarh, Dechu, Jodhpur and Jaipur. For my ease and yours I’m simply going to stick to a pointer system. So first on the list….Udaipur Continue reading “ROYAL RAJASTHAN”