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2018-07-24
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - The Old Man
The Old Man When the moonlight cast its shadow Upon the red brown earth Years tumbled upon him He claims Upon his sun beaten yet soft face I find Traces of life endured even when it was burdened. He has no regrets he says He’s navigated through them all As best he could And now remains simply curious. The same curious as a newborn. “Did you discover the meaning of it all?”, I ask He smiles and replies, “Yes!” “To be discovered as a thing of beauty by you!” ----Vandana Nittoor
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - The Enlightened One ( 18 by 24, oil painting, 2017)
The Enlightened One When I was asleep The world was real Ever invited, I attended without fail, to the incessant ramblings of my tireless mind, that made my world, solid, fixed and unchanging Therefore… I piled upon a fragile life Weighty convictions that were suffocating - good/bad, right/wrong, real/unreal…… To strengthen what was standing I sorted and picked Clinging to that which was pleasant I pushed away all that felt harsh, repulsive or weak But ‘the way’, does not discriminate… Life spent grasping and rejecting Was not living but fighting. As the battles grew harder, the suffering got deeper And for the first time I became doubtful It was then, that the enlightened one appeared before me She pointed…. At fresh flowers that wilted, rotted, turned into dust and blew away At the accidental art of the rising sun that shifted, moved and rested into darkness At Snow capped mountains that melted into rivers that flowed and died upon desert sands At Fiery volcanoes that spewed and hissed before they settled ’Flower to dust Light todarkness Snow to sand Volcano to mountain land The self that changes has no self at all’, She explained ‘Inhale the fragrance, release the flower Enjoy the sunrise and embrace the darkness Caked snow must melt and flow Volcanos spit, spew and die That is simply the way’, she instructed I Awakened The world is illusory But with a mind that’s clear I know for certain and I’m sure That the experience that is visiting Should be allowed to pass Without narration or story building —Vandana Nittoor
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - The Smoker
His casualness and seeming disinterest As he watches the world around him Perks my interest Me, Time bound, over-scheduled Anxious being. Hungry for love, hungry for approval Hungry for belonging Observe him with admiration The watched observer is irked Is it his prerogative alone To intrude, to remain inquisitive, I wonder? Here’s just another human on the street Yet within me is stirred The response to flee and the desire to stay In conversation
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Refugee Child
Pushed down to the bottom I sat squished, with sixty others Clinging to life On a rafter meant for six Amongst those that dropped Into the shark toothed water Was my father, my hope, my anchor No attempt was made to rescue him Arriving upon the banks Of Mother Earth yet foreign land I wonder Should I kiss her for the stillness under my feet Should I run back into the waters Where I’m safer in the arms Of my dead father? Elsewhere they debate Grown men after a full breakfast If its safe for them To wipe my tears? ---Vandana Nittoor
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Mother
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Barbed Wire
later in the night I held an atlas in my lap ran my fingers across the whole world and whispered where does it hurt? It answered everywhere everywhere everywhere" -------- Warsan Shire
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Distorted
At first, when I looked I saw simply Therefore before me Stood a man whose vision Was distorted Years later I looked again I saw better Therefore before me Was a man, to whom I looked distorted Time passed And it was time again This time We both looked And we both saw, that The world we thought we create Was creating itself And in it That which he saw and I viewed Had always been distorted
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Complete
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Face of Innocence
Careful now! I have not always been truthful... There are things out there, I’d rather you not know I tried like several before me, to shield you So that you’re innocence may remain through and through No, it was not always for you that I kept the windows shut More often than not, it was for myself So that I may come back home after each long day To bury my nose in your soft hair and rest in your smiles And pretend that the world is indeed strong and intact Simply because it has created you
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Color
Very rarely does the background set the tone for the image, but this was one of those rare instances. In this painting, the colors in the background do not clash with the image but enhance it even when there is no stark contrast. The young Indian girl in her colorful attire sits gazing outside undaunted by the overwhelming power of the colors that surround her.
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - The Drink
The simplicity of this painting is what is alluring about it. Capturing a quiet moment as a young boy sips his drink while gazing outside his window, one can almost feel the normalcy and the 'everyday' quality of the picture.
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Lost in thought
Nothing like Quiet To discipline the conflict within To stay still In the face of a brewing storm To allow All the voices to mingle Mix, scream, yell and beckon Until they learn to whisper To patiently wait For the whispering to disappear Like wild fire into smoke And in that stillness Will the one Lost in thought Find her answers Along with appreciation For the need of all things To rupture To simply make room for The necessary repair to come
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Woman in Green Scarf
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Young Mother
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Expression
I cannot recall his face But I memorized each stroke of brush That painted it It was at the beginning The very beginning of my introduction To expression In a way that was mine alone That we stumbled upon each other What was his influence Upon my style In the brief time that he sat and I painted I cannot say He left immediately And I had kids to pick up, Dinner to make, homework to help with… Yet every other time I stared into the painting And searched his face I found in it All the instructions I needed He had spared my mind Trained my hand And left me alone With my art of expression
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Portrait
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Care
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Ala Prima
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - The Young Woman
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Blue
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Prismatic Earth
Stuck by the brilliance Of bright colors Upon a beautiful face I simply have to…. I must paint! I must paint!
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - The Earring
When Oloye squinted his eyes Tribals by the campfire Knew New laws will be encoded And in petty wars they would find themselves Real soon What no one else did And Oloye only knew Was that the distraction would be Aplenty For the larger storm to pass by Unnoticed Right before them Before the next moon
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Painted in a rush
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Oy!
Why the cynic inspired me I cannot say Maybe because I needed to be known Even as I was setting up His questions were plenty “Why be an artist? Why portraits? Why choose this line of work? Sounds like privilege!”, he spoke I had so many answers But none that could convince a cynic So I shook my head, smiled and got to work Every now and then I was tempted Tempted to satisfy his queries Art picked me, complexity is intriguing and therefore portraits of people, truly expression is a necessity of life not a privilege…. How could I tell him without knowing where I was going with my words or my brush That I was indeed going somewhere So I chose not to speak And to him My silence was not a botheration When I was done I turned the easel around For him to see He stared at his face Smiled and said, “Oy!”
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - No Fooling Him
As our eyes locked I knew I was seen Not in the usual way one sees, While stepping outside Only to rush back home The sky and the trees In the backdrop Oblivious! But a seeing That begins with knowing Satisfying for a brief moment The felt desire To be known To speak and tell Why the clouds will not pass today What the season’s colors are How I have strived to grow At the far edge of the sidewalk Inches away from being cut down Because of the busy road Suddenly seen, like never before I stopped breathing The brazenness of his look Brought me peace not fear So we stood Unconcealed before each other Understanding our pain, our compassion Our strife, Our humanity And not one word was spoken
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Om Mani Pema Hum
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - The Legend
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - A young Girl
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Because I'm Happy
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Sisters are Forever
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - The Reminder ( Oil painting, 18 by 24, year -2017)
The Reminder Zipped out of the car With groceries, handbag, keys and conversation on the phone. Let the dog out, kissed the kids, got the oven going, water boiling, salad started. Unloaded the dish washer, yelled out “no tv during homework!”, fed the dog, fed the kids, checked the homework essay Ran out once more - school project so it’s AC Moore! Packed the lunches, put away the leftovers, It’s time to walk the dog It was only as Igrabbed the leash, keys and coat, Did I see myself Not in the mirror But in his expression I paused I inhaled I exhaled “Slow down dear!” he suggested The dog was scratching at the door, Dishes were piled by the sink and the dryer signaled But this time I felt the texture of the leash, the soft coat of the puppy, the four steps to the door, the chill of the air, the warmth of my coat, the bubbles of the soap, the calm of running water, the hum of the dishwasher… I was being, not just doing. As I turned to the dryer I decided…. I was done For every ‘always there’, I said,”today there’ll be no more” I paused and reached instead for the wine bottle Thank you for your reminder!
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Grim
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Grump
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Curious
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Hush my mind... so I can hear my heart once more
This painting brought me back to myself after a rough week. Any one who has lived with a relentlessly thinking mind that's hard to slow down .... understands the beauty of calming it so one can return to one's true nature of peace and openness once more. Hope this painting serves as a reminder to everyone who's struggled to make sense of the world this week :-)
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Sadness
Sadness of contentment… that in this beautiful life, I am but a guest…I have to let go as I exhale.... the freshness of every inhalation...
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Hmm...
Sometimes I participate in the world, sometimes I am reactive to the happenings in the world and at other times I prefer to simply observe. Hmm... is reflective of my current mood :-)
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - The Scream
Letting all those frustrations out :-)
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Pretty Woman
Trying to get over the difficulty in painting beautiful people. Most times at 'first glance', striking looks overpowers personality and imagined psyche, rendering the person attractive when all you want in conversation with 'interesting'. Some though, like this pretty woman, are able to convince me that they can be both :-)
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Tagore
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Little Princess
Little Princess Child of the Tibetan mountains With sparkling eyes and a smile So beautiful When asked about her secret Had an answer for me and you “I have never seen it Haven’t touched it Heard , smeltor Tasted” “No one knows where it dwells.. Not within the skull Not even in the body Not even it my grandmother’s Cupboard” “So when my mind speaks I know, I don’t have to believe And act out Each and every word.”
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Compassion
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Thou shall not take thyself seriously :-)
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Portrait of an Indian man
With my back to loads of laundry I sat upon my bar stool With a blank canvas before me. “No more than an hour”, I promised Because after a week of disappointing work Inspiration had revisited me We knew our colors Him and I We’re both from the same dusty earth that exudes an intoxicating smell just before she’s drenched by the rains Many a time she’s been my only play thing. Earth, full of deep red soil, that I broke apart with my hands, Or mixed water to form clay that I moulded on hot afternoons. And in instances as golden granules Of soft desert sand That slipped like silk between my fingers Either way the familiarity was distinct And he was palpably present upon the empty canvas He came alive with great speed With single strokes Of red, yellow, ochre, sienna, white and umber My time was running out I quickly added the bead necklace We parted He left, leaving no trace And I returned to my laundry Remembering to treasure the memory of yet another glorious process
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Smoke
Smoke She hadn’t heard... She hadn’t heard … Of one prominent woman I mentioned Of one significant movement Of one instance of bra burning feminism Of one protest in the cities far away Her life is full… Of care, for those she wishes to care for Of hard labor, so she can support herself Of laughter and pain, reconciliations and cold grudges Of her flirtations, she smiles as she says “Some men I have deeply loved and still do” The long silence between us Is comfortable I continue to paint “What did all those women want?” She asks “Well, they wanted equal rights as men!” I reply “I never knew we had to ask”, she says Hmm… I do’nt mess with perfection I have nothing more to say —Vandana Nittoor
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - The Monk
I sit I stabilize the mind I stare at it Thought arises I let it go Now a passing emotion I let it go A bird is chirping I listen An incense stick burns I inhale I exhale Pretty soon like incense smoke I disappear I am no more Yet fully awakened Within a heart of compassion
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Messenger of Life
You knew before I did And I discovered With the very first stoke on the canvas. The manner in which You bid me to lay out your colors, Even before I understood you As form and structure, Made me curious. You were confident And I performed Not for a moment was there doubt. Like life itself You came alive On a rainy gloomy day Careless of your fatigued creator.
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - A lady called Love
I imagine her to be difficult She was choosy And wouldn’t smile For the wrong colors, Even when she Couldn’t see them On the first day she barely came through After many long hours I stopped exhausted That evening, my unsmiling mouth was reflected On the drink, to forget her The next day when I walked in She was waiting, uninterested Once again she refused Every stroke, every color, every angle Frustrated and saddened I abandoned her Along with the temptation To stab the canvas Yet another glorious Spring morning was wasted There are some Only a handful Who slip under your skin Refuse you your ways Yet bid you to do your calling I knew she would be And she was waiting Reminding me of what needed to be done This morning After two sips of coffee I started all over She smiled Her sometimes sad smile Frowned upon the yellow That I squeezed out of the tube I listened to her carefully And removed every shade she detested Just white, Sienna and umber Those were her colors Colors of earth Of rugged, hard, crusty inconvenience That could surprise you On a quiet spring morning “Love”, she told me her name As we parted
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Overwhelmed
A rather powerful image, the old man with his eyes closed shut seems to be trying to tame a moment of unsurpassable grief and the fatigue that it brings in.
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Desperation
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Blessed Ludovica Albertoni
This drawing is based off of Bernini’s sculpture, which was a funerary monument, for ‘Blessed’ Ludovica Albertoni. The median that I have employed is white chalk on black paper. Gian Lorenzo Bernini was an Italian sculptor, painter and architect who enlivened Rome with his Baroque style of art during the 17th century. Baroque, which refers to a style of art that is decorative and ornamental in nature is the creation of the likes of Bernini and prevailed in Europe during the 17th and the 18th centuries. His sculptures depict dramatic events, which he renders by exaggerating the psychological states of the subjects. In his hands marble seems like soft and pliant clay and his pieces are immensely skilled and artistic. Serving under several popes, Bernini's career shows several ups and downs, as he fell in favor or in disfavor. Amongst his most well known works are the Piazza San Pietro outside St. Peter’s basilica and the fountain, Fontana dei Quattro Fiumi, at the Piazza Navona in Rome.
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - The Self
Is it because, I know you so very well that sometimes you are a stranger within me? Disagreeing with all the shades on the palette and refusing to sit within the lines, you push and goad me. Is it because, I notice your every step that you dance around until I get dizzy? Shifting like sunlight you move dragging your shadows and hide in the darkness, where I see you not leaving me lost in a minute. Is it because we have been together for so long that you wonder if I’m still curious? Waking up on a random spring morning, pretending Like you are unheeded and lonely you demand my attention indifferent to my day or my caring. Is it because, you caught me being comfortable that you decided to throw in a challenge? Knowing that I see you like light on moving waters you have me sit down for a portrait and vanish every time I blink. Or is it simply because, and I hope it to be true that as we are now closer than ever before, you ask of me to boldly go to places where I’ve been threatened before, and watching me struggle with every brush stroke understand once and for all that you can never break me? …..Vandana Nittoor
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Innocence
Oil on canvas, 16 by 20
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Homeless Friends
Homeless Friend Clutching our bags, coffees and newspapers Getting off the packed trains We whizzed around rushing and hurrying The world needed us and the universe, she rested on our very shoulders or so we pretended I was stumped when I saw him for the very first time Sad, worn, yet kind.. He sat on an uneven bench right by the city station He wished each of us a ‘Happy Monday’ Even as the gentle and deliberate rain Soaked him and his companion Instantaneously, I was hooked! Thereafter, each morning, I searched for his kind face and his beautiful companion We never asked nor did we volunteer our names, our stories or our intentions Each morning he got his dollar and I got ‘Have a happy day, baby girl!’ No longer was I friendless or alone I now had friends in the city ——Vandana Nittoor
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - quiet
quiet... the sound of suffering silenced ----Vandana Nittoor
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Intrigue
Intrigue I dare not interpret that which is beyond my experience Let the rivers of his overflowing observation Speak for themselves.. —Vandana Nittoor
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Sunlight
Sunlight Carry on, with your face to the sun Drench yourself in its innocent hues Never mind those lurking shadows that follow For they will dissolve in the sunlight soon —Vandana Nittoor
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Tagore
Gitanjali… You have made me known to friends whom I knew not You have given me a seat in homes that are not my own You have brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger I am uneasy at heart when I have to leave my accustomed shelter; I forget that there abides the old in the new and that there also You are present Through birth and death, in this world or in others wherever You may lead me, it is only You, the same, the one companion of my endless life who links my heart with bonds of joy to the unfamiliar. When one knows You, then alien there is none, then no door is shut. Grant me my prayer, that I may never lose the touch of the one in the play of the many. — Rabindranath Tagore
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - The Fighter!
Against her own belief, she says, she has often risen with an awakened energy Even when her life dictated a parody… Her pitfalls, have been plentiful, Life has branded her with pain and disappointment Yet her gentle heart beats sweetly, even when its torn and tattered In her nostalgia, she tells me that she seldom finds her self as she could, should or would have been There are many, I tell her, who have never accosted their true self, nor have they dared to be everything that they can ever be She smiles as she tells me, that she’s thankful! For having fearlessly befriended her most authentic self And for pursuing the best life that she could possibly live. I too am thankful For her inspiration! —— Vandana Nittoor
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Fierce
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Pretty Woman
Oil on Canvas, 18 by 24, Jan 2018
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Dewdrop
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Young Mother
Young Mother Honey! There will be those that tell you that you deserve better, that you should follow your own dreams and that your childhood shouldn’t be burdened.. They are right! These many well-meaning people I too wish, that you heed their words play more, have fun at school and not shoulder responsibilities too soon But I also wish that the love between you and your real doll be preserved forever.. Because you and I are human And after we are done playing, learning, earning, acquiring and consolidating We realize that life is meaningless without caring for those we love -Vandana Nittoor
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Gallery-Collection - Do Not Delete - Falling Blossoms
Falling blossoms. Blossoms in bloom are also falling blossoms. —Ryokan
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Gauri, 16 by 20, oil on canvas
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Sunrise, 12 by 12, oil on canvas
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Intense, 16 by 20, oil on canvas
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Fierce, 18 by 24, oil on canvas
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Being Witness, 16 by 20, oil on canvas
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Dewdrop, 16 by 20, oil on canvas