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Happy World Environment Day !

Happy world environment day in advance everyone !

Once again, thank you all for the love and support .

Hope you enjoy the magazine, and if you do, please forward it within your circle to spread the message ; wish to spread this far and wide 🙂

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Hope you feel like writing/painting/gardening/cycling/ singing , calm, happy and energised through this magazine.

Happy reading everyone, the magazine is 50 pages, do read at leisure.

Love.

Priyasha, Rutvid

The Summer Blossoms Art Initiative

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तठस्थ

 

4″x 6″, poster colors on sketching paper, Gokarna , May ’18

तठस्थ
———

Water has lots to teach, I learnt
And today she brings a friend along,

The churning of chaos at sea adds
a violent streak to the thundering waves
which meet their end with a deadly crash
and disappear, much like the way they came…

What remains is her friend – the pile of rocks
watching gently, mockingly
maybe not watching at all,

He remains with all his wisdom stored
in the way he chooses the waves to erode,
or play with him, crashing endlessly
much like a child climbing and sliding time and again

He remains watching, slightly amused
much like a stranger looking smilingly
at a child tugging at him to play
and getting angry when he doesn’t,

He remains, ‘rock solid’ as they say,
sharing himself, bit by bit,
with relentless waters and winds that seek,
like a guru offering wisdom
to those who prove worthy, or not,
offering, abstaining perhaps, who knows.

He remains.

तठस्थ.

– Priyasha, Namaste cafe, Gokarna, 28-05-18
Painting – 4″x 6″ ,water colors on sketching paper

 

‘तठस्थ’ – A beautiful word that remained with me after a conversation with Ramesh bhai Sanghavi last year.

This word, as well as John Cena’s question ‘ Ma’am you are going back to Gujarat ( after all that happened to you there ) ? have been wandering in my mind this past month.

Why now ? Because I have realised a few things – that I underestimated the strength and focus coming here demanded of me ; that I misjudged some people and lay trust in unwise hands; and that I miscalculated my maturity and ability when I chose consciously to test myself in society – I pushed too hard, took too many blows without any rest; it is only now that I have realised how I have been affected.

Today, as a part of me searched for inspiration, unknowingly my hands went to this poem, and to the summer blossoms folder…

For the first time in a long time I cried out of joy…joy with which I would normally view life – joy which I have been losing in all the lies and judgments that surround me.

It dawned upon me then, that this is the reason why I have been unable to continue summer blossoms in its rightful spirit – a celebration of life is what it is about, and I have been failing to respect that spirit.

‘As the music changes, so does the dance.’
It dawned upon me , how simple it was to be happy, and that I was capable of it – gave me the boost I needed .

The music has changed, and I have finally got the beats right 

तठस्थ…

My heart is filled with gratitude to all the summer blossoms out there , for inspiring love, fearlessness and joy ….A year full of such rooted memories is enough to inspire a lifetime of possibilities.

‘ When death finds you, may it find you alive and dancing ‘

Love and joy.

Priyasha
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Devoted to blossoming.

A very happy new year everyone !

Another blank canvas 🙂
Let’s have some fun with colors , shall we ?

Let us paint love, paint truth, paint freedom.
Let us paint LIFE in all its vibrance !

Happy learning everyone, wish you all a wonder-filled year ahead 🙂

Love
Priyasha

Oil pastels and ink on sketching paper.

Exploring Connections

We are essentially a network of connections. And nature has used its brush strokes to create stunning patterns which are always there to remind us of these connections – connections waiting to be discovered by each of us.
– The Summer Blossoms

As a part of the workshop, the children explored these connections through thread art , and created this 7 – piece – Art Installation.

Each of these seven pieces represents one of the seven elements we are trying to connect – You / neighbor, I, Bees and Butterflies, other Animals, Trees, Flowers and Birds. We explore if and how these 7 elements are connected to/through these seven threads – Earth, Sun, Water, Air, Freedom, Respect, Love.

The final product is this set of beautiful paintings done using thread art . Each color
represents one of the connections, and each thread runs through all those elements it connects.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b2NoU9apfFw

These videos are recordings of the discussions with the Summer Blossoms children while working on this art installation . Please do put on your headphones and spare some time , the children have some interesting things to say. ( Five part discussion)

Hats off to you children ! Brilliant work !

Art and Life

RP had asked me to pen down my thoughts on ‘sensitivity’ and ‘insecurity’ , and since our discussions with M are still fresh in my mind, I thought I would do that.
There are some people I identify as sensitive, and some as insecure. The difference is quite obvious to me, but I realized that not too many people see it, so I will try to break down my observations and try and explain them one by one.

Sensitivity is the ability to ‘sense’ things. It is based on an unbiased and deep understanding of the things being sensed, and it requires a pure intelligence – pure here referring to untouched by any opinion. Hence you will find most young children to be sensitive. As the noise from the outside world increases, this inner pure intelligence has to become louder, else it can drown in outside opinions. Since the sensitivity in children is high, they also sense things that are not directly happening to them – they are sensitive to all that goes on in their surroundings. They are able to sense intentions and energies. Since in our existing societal structure, we believe that the adults know more than children, we do not hesitate in letting the children know that they know nothing. We say it day in and day out, and soon the child starts believing it. The consequence of this is heartbreaking – sensitivity, the precious and rare gift that the child possesses, the thing that guides his / her intelligence, is now made to look redundant in the child’s eyes. He / she loses trust in his own judgment / intelligence, his / her own thinking. There creeps in a sense of being wrong, and then the noise takes over – “The brain tells me I am wrong. And makes fun of me, tells me that others will make fun of me”, said a 6 – year old student. There develops within the child, a voice that is constantly working against him / her. This leads to a lot of confusion, and furthers the self-doubt. With time the voice grows meaner and louder, and you will start observing behavioral changes – the sensitive child, who would never make fun of anyone, starts developing a mean tongue. These will be moments of pure non-thought, when the child’s intuitive intelligence is unable to see through the fog of noise – noise from the society, the surroundings ,the harsh opinions, the dominating and judgmental voices, the mocking and malicious tones telling the child he / she is not tall enough / too tall, too fair / too dark, too chubby, too thin, too smart, not smart..mostly never ever right the way he / she is.

And then, the child never allows him / herself to just be – to see oneself truly. Only when you learn to see yourself truly, without any judgment of good / bad, just look, and observe, only then will you begin to understand yourself and begin to truly learn and grow. And only when you practice non-judgment with yourself, can you practice it with others.
Non judgment does not mean no understanding of the thing, in fact, it is only with a level of understanding that you can be non judgmental. Sometimes, unknowingly, parents pass on their insecurities, fears and judgments to the children. It takes just one instance / incident to leave a mark on the child – good and bad. That is why children are capable of so much joy, as well as sorrow. The sorrow bit will generally surface in a behavioral change, or might lay buried in childhood and surface at a later stage in life. Either way, there is a high chance of an imprint – of both a good and bad experience.

The children from highly abusive backgrounds seem to be struggling, really struggling to stay happy. “Today was a good day” said one child, after a long extended class. It seemed to be an exception; I did not probe and instead let him enjoy it. Another child, when I asked him “You are really sad inside, isn’t it?” looked at me with the saddest eyes of not a 9 – year old, but those of a man tired and deflated with life. “Yes, Ma’m”, he said.

Sensibility – is intuition, intelligence. It requires an alertness, a clear channel of communication with our purest self, and a spotless mind (thought process). It is based on immense clarity and wisdom in discerning between things that are happening inside and around us – for example one of my students is constantly worried that if he paints the way he wants (a pink deer, a purple dolphin, orange water, brown snow), then everyone will make fun of him. Here he is extending his understanding of society’s reactions, to himself. This is a 10-year old kid who said the same thing when I announced “Ok, class over, we are going to play in the rain”. A 9-year old with him was starting to get excited but this guy was nervous. I ran ahead, hoping they would start enjoying the rain. Then the kid heard some of my neighbors making fun of me and said “Aunty, they are laughing at you”; which was true, they were. I knew somewhere inside he was making a note of this for future reference – a note which would probably make him think someone is always making fun of him, and worse yet, a note that will never let him enjoy in the rain. So I asked him, “Who is enjoying the rain? Me or them?” “You, Aunty.” “Do you think I am doing something wrong to someone?” “No, Aunty.” “Am I trying to hurt anyone?” “No, Aunty.” “Should I stop enjoying myself in the rain?” He was quiet.
I continued running around, as the kids stood under the tree watching me. I started to feel a little conscious and demotivated, and told them to head back to the class. Two minutes into the class, a remarkable thing happened. “Aunty, now I feel like playing in the rain”. I heard laughter all the way till the end of the street.

These two kids still remember that day. “Aunty, that was such a great class”.

The child was not paranoid. There were people mocking me. He sensed first that one was probably not supposed to be playing in the rain because it was uncommon. But he did not sense his own desire to do the same. There is noise bombarded on us all the time: TV, ads, hoardings, radio, people, so much noise that we are hardly able to hear ourselves – we lose sensitivity to ourselves, and start to believe that rain is to be avoided – How can you enjoy yourself so easily? YOU, without the best car, the best clothes, most beautiful face, most gorgeous body, the biggest house, how can YOU be so happy? And the child slowly loses that hop in his walk, the song in his talk, the curiosity in his eyes, the volume in the laughter, the pain in the tears, the energy in his /her being. He / she slowly becomes insensitive to him / herself. How can we expect this child, now a so called ‘adult’, to be sensitive to others when we as a society have step-by-step made him numb to everything?

Art helps the kid stay connected to his / her raw self. By art, I do not mean just applying of colors or drawing of an object. By art I mean, applying oneself completely and drawing one’s freedom. You are the color, you are the brush, life is your painting. Once you understand how infinite you are, you will be unable to limit yourself, and then you have ART.

There are a few things I would like the children to learn when they come over to the art class. In that one hour, I want them to learn how to learn, how to think, and build confidence in their thinking, how to be responsible and free at the same time, how to be inclusive of every being, to learn about themselves – discover their infinite self; and most importantly – to look at the big picture and always, always remember that joy is simple – we just need to be joyful and that’s that.

I often wonder if these classes will stay with these children when I leave or when they start higher studies. I want these kids to never betray their joy and intelligence under societal pressure. I try to do this by giving them intense experiences of joy and freedom. I try to do it by baring myself to them – to show them the possibilities of life and the joy of it. I want to give them memories and experiences strong enough for a lifetime, memories that boost their confidence for the life ahead, not memories that get them stuck in the past – The Summer Blossoms should not stop at possibilities, the possibilities should become realities.

“In the daily lives of most men and women, fear plays a greater part than hope; they are more filled with the thought of the possessions that others may take from them, than of the joy that they might create in their own lives and in the lives with which they come in contact. This is not how life should be lived.” – Bertrand Russel.

The Summer Blossoms’ Painting Marathon

And the painting marathon begins – experiments with Madhubani art by the children 🙂  

https://thesummerblossoms.wordpress.com/2016/10/01/the-summer-blossoms-painting-marathon/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madhubani_art

Ink on paper, A4 size, Gel pen.

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Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up. —Picasso.

The student , the teacher

While I practiced some water color techniques from Hazel Harrison’s ‘paint and draw’ , one of my students decided to paint what I was practicing – A live transmission of what I was learning , to teaching.

Water color and ink on paper , my rendition

Water color on paper , my student’s rendition of my rendition 🙂

Drawing kolams in our lives

As we explore connections, I suddenly became aware of a brilliant tool around us, something that is essentially about realizing the infinite beautiful patterns that can be created
through connections – The Kolam .
Here are some kolams by our Mr. Sun as he shines bright ! I really appreciate the effort his mother has put in , in helping and encouraging him. A big hug of appreciation to her !

 

I think Kolam is a very intelligent activity – it revolves around logic and creativity. It’s like a mathematical equation to me , personally, with infinite solutions.
I also find it to be a stunning representation of life – life draws the dots, you draw the patterns around it – the more well-thought of and creative the pattern, and the more aware we are while drawing them; the more beautiful our life is 🙂
It started with a conversation – a child painted a scene of what he sees around him. I urged him to do a simple activity – go around his neighborhood, just walk, and observe . I then remembered the Kolam , and I asked all the kids to go watch this lady do it – she does it beautifully. ‘In fact, why don’t you also make a Kolam ?’, I asked.The kids are generally excited about the activities in the class. But one child said something disturbing – ‘Aunty, No !
people will scold me . They will say what ! ? You are a girl or what ?’
Art is art. Seeing is seeing. Beauty is beauty. Nature is Nature. There are no gender biases here. Masculinity and Femininity have important roles in each of us. Let’s remember this in our hearts 🙂 And let us all draw beautiful Kolams in our lives.
 
From Wikipedia – ‘Kolam (Tamil-கோலம்) is a form of drawing that is drawn by using rice flour/chalk/chalk powder/white rock powder often using naturally/synthetically colored powders in Tamil Nadu, Karnataka, Andhra Pradhesh,Kerala and some parts of Goa, Maharashtra, Indonesia, Malaysia, Thailand and a few other Asian countries. A Kolam is a geometrical line drawing composed of curved loops, drawn around a grid pattern of dots. In South India, it is widely practised by female Hindu family members in front of their houses. Kolams are regionally known by different names i India, Raangolee in Maharashtra, Aripan in Mithila , Hase and Raongoli in Kannada in Karnataka, Muggulu in Andhra Pradhesh,Golam in Kerala etc.’