Even though these 3 paintings are not even close to work of an artist but they are a tribute to my childhood memories. Memories of that teacher who gave me a chocolate <alpenlibe> for every perfect drawing that i made. Earlier in the morning, mom was narrating stories about my childhood. She recollected the memories of those days when i took drawing lessons. The teacher who taught me how to draw lines and then make mountains and a lake was was MRS. CHAUDHARY, i still remember her face. She had a double chin, a round face with cheeks clinging to her wrinkled skin and she was fair. She had a peculiar voice with a very sigh soprano. She was always clad in crisp saris and sleeveless blouses. She used to make me sit on her dining table and instruct me to draw birds and whatever came to my mind.
She let me dream and conjure up images in my mind which i could reproduce on paper. She pushed me forward to dream big and dream
Artistic. I could never think of anything beyond four snow clad mountains, a lake that flowed till the bottom of the white paper dividing the paper into two and a hut with birds soaring over its head.
She forced me to think out of the box. Think of new possibilities and new ways to draw the same things but in a different manner. Later one
day i showed her a picture which contained the 4 mountains, only this time they were on the left hand side corner. the four of them crumpled
together bearing each others weight and a small lake that could hold the glacial waters just below it. A boat sailed through the lake waters. And the hut was right on top adjacent to the mountains. right below this were birds flying everywhere. I made green grass and a tree with apple and orange clinging its branches and the picture was complete. Only this time i had the same thought but a different way of putting it on sheet. For teaching me those butterflies, those pigeons and my favorite dinosaurs, these paintings would be my token of thanks to you ma'am.
Thank you.
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