Plenty to share

Here's to summer,

and little episodes in and outside the city.

Cheers,

Prash

....and plenty more

Here are my thoughts on going beyond....

Staying on track. Reminding myself every morning, between sleeping and waking, on moving beyond love, beyond faith, beyond fear, beyond life itself, beyond greed, beyond lust, beyond gay or straight, beyond evolution, beyond race, beyond creed, beyond caste, and beyond religion. Beyond vice, beyond happiness, beyond friendship, beyond gender, beyond equality, beyond peace, beyond despair, beyond pain, beyond belief, beyond expectation, beyond action, beyond thought, beyond truth, beyond the very realms of existence, beyond the vast scope of non entity.

Beyond your wildest imagination,

Prash

Up at the cottage and back again

Summer's proportions

Band of Gypsies revival

These wonderful photographs taken by Sarah Morden, of our gallery the"Band of Gypsies" was sent to me while I was in India, and I have to share them with you.

For those of you who've partaken of that cosmic space, and for those of you who have only heard of it, here are some fine memories of what transpired.

Parties, siesta's by the shop window, playing guitar by the doorstep, and hanging out with friends.

Love,

Prashant

Maharaja of Elsewhere

This week's installment of nocturnal contemplations.

My life this week

A 31 year old lad, constantly seeking life's great mysteries, constantly walking to soothe his soul and constantly painting to release the outpourings of his heart. Is that me? Or is that the perception of all that I do. I have forgotten the great unfolding of enchanted tales, the quick unravelling of answered plots, I have forgotten the questions that seldom have answers and the preliminary deeds which soak momentarily the voice of reason before they burst forth into action. I have forgotten the anticipation of being in love, or the raw emancipation of unhindered spirits into the physical realm of passion and lust. I am now accustomed to a subtle peace, that clings ever so lightly to the fringes of my soul, and gently lays it's presence so softly that sometimes I tend to forget it being there. I am on a path unknown, seeking the friendship of solemn trees that stand strong and furtive as I glide along, notwithstanding the wisdom they possess to arouse within me to stay awhile and converse with them lest I forget the very roots from where I came from.

So long,

Prash

My friend Cory

And Ah yes, my sketchbooks are up at the Art window on Pages Bookstore at the corner of Queen St. and John in Toronto,

And at a Book Art exhibition in Abergavenny, Wales till 23rd June 2007.
www.artshopandgallery.co.uk

Sketchbooks from my past

Since I have been chronicling my life through my sketchbooks for more than a decade, I thought that I would share a few pages from past visual journals.

These few pages are from my 1996 sketchbook called "HOME: Summer '96"which I kept during my summer back home in Bangalore, India.The sketches document the time I spent with my father while he underwent a bypass surgery, my high school.... a gorgeous structure founded in 1858 which was razed to the ground due to the rapid changes taking place in Bangalore (I'm glad I did that sketch before they tore the building down), our daschund Snoopy, when my cousin Bastian came home, and my problematic knees.

It is interesting for me to revisit these old sketchbooks of mine, and see recurring themes and the slow development over the years.

Enjoy,

Prash

Gladstone Hotel

At Jane's

Jane Glassco has provided me with a wonderful inspirational space to paint...... at her house, and it's been fantastic as a temporary studio.

Here are little drawings from my sketchbook and my meditations of trees on my evening walks on these glorious spring days.

Love and more,

Prashant

Back in Toronto

Began painting outdoors this weekend, the sun is out, and it feels like spring.

4*N of the Equator

Studies for my film

Elsewhere

To Elsewhere and Beyond......

Belgian beers and coffeeshops

It's been wonderful here in Europe..... hanging out with Rohaan, my cousin (once removed), a visit to the Westmalle brewery, sketching the Cathedral in Antwerp, beautiful days spent in Amsterdam with Warren and Sarah.....and the joy of cycling around the city at midnight with Maartje.

The marriage of Neem and Pipal