Category: Art

Trying to develop my interest in art. Hoping this would keep me motivated to keep trying new stuff..

The Man in the Arena

This inspiring illustration is another one from Zen Pencils. The words are by Theodore Roosevelt from his speech in 1910.

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Love ­čśŹ┬á

Had made this for my parents’ wedding anniversary in 2014. Was digging through my archives and found it.

Don’t forget to tell your near and dear ones how much you love them, every chance you get. Happy Valentine’s Day! 

A lifetime of learning 

Another winner from Zen Pencils. A poem written by Isaac Asimov, who had formal education in chemistry and became a professor at the Boston University of Medicine. In 1958, he left University to focus on writing. He went on to say,”Writing is my only interest. Even speaking is an interruption.”

This was the first strip I read on Zen Pencils after being recommended by my brother. Beautifully illustrated and turned into a comic, I had to do this. Took me a while but completely worth it. Here goes..

Max, our dark Prince 

Max, our handsome black labrador who was eleven and a half years old crossed to the other side of the Rainbow Bridge on 28 November, 2016. We miss him like crazy and it hasn’t yet fully sunk in.

There is no way we can make the pain go away, but we need to move on and learn to live with the beautiful memories. Every person has a different way of dealing with loss and sadness. I like to put my thoughts on paper. It helps me get things out of my system.

So here’s what I did..

If memories could bring us closer, if tears could bridge the gap

I’d cross the oceans to see you, in warm wet hugs we’d wrap

I opened my eyes to reality, to warm wet tears instead

The pain in my heart was real, as the voices in my head

Echoed, “No teary goodbyes were exchanged, no words of farewell spoken,

Would it have made it easier, if we had that chance?” I’m torn!

If I knew t’was the last time, that you’d look into my eyes

I’d have cradled your head upon my lap, stayed by you as you lay.

Were you in pain that fateful night, when the big brown clock struck three?

Sadly I’ll never know, would I? If you’d reached out to me.

With every breath you took you filled, my heart with so much love

You took a piece of my heart with you, the piece that belonged to you.