Wednesday 4th February 2018

by Siddharth Soni

There is a vibrant feeling of proximity in every painting that seems non-motile. There is a vivid substance of adoration with even the smallest of all patch of colors, even in the minutest of radiance exhibited by a painting sketched in pencils. Even the lifeless, black and white painting of a dead tree would exhibit a stable temptation to love, and to adore. Such was my last night. After a long while, I sit in the fairly dark room of my house, fulgurated so nostalgically a few couple of yellow, desert colored lights by the wistful courtesy of a bald bulb dangling inside a saucer shaped container. I gaze at the whiteboard, on which a fresh, crisp, tempting canvas was made to stick. The bristly surface of the canvas would, pretty irregularly reflect those couple of yellow rays, often a shining glow on the canvas would change its position as the bulb behind me would swing on the thin wire. The environment looked so commendable, and I would, just meanwhile stretch my neck outside to confirm that it was midnight.

My eyes seemed so perfect, none of the two ever hankering for a few bouts of sleep. It was not that, I was sleep deprived. Just, an exhausted science stream inductee who has too recently finished with his exams would not feel his siesta would sometimes, surprise me. Smiling apprehensively, I started to trace an implicit portrait of Abhishree Banka, a sweet classmate, by strictly moving my little fingers on the canvas. After two hours, when the clock told 2, and the canvas illustrated the distinct outlines. I felt a declining endeavor, and my fatigued eyes could not restrict themselves from shutting down in snooze.

Next morning (Wed).. I woke up, pleasingly on time, and just as I would sit, still enrolled inside a blanket. I could barely see those distinct outlines through my drowsy eyes. A couple of minutes later, when the eyes had pretty nicely fiddled with the light, and the sun had routinely defeated the darkness, I stared at the incomplete portrait – Smiling broodingly, analysing myself- I took a wide yawn of relief, as my foul, bad smelling morning mouth would spread the hall around. It was then, that I took up my pencil, and made the contours of her hairs. It seemed scarcily, less elgant. Thought provoked, and dreaming- I made a new outline, with the hairs almost covering the whole canvas.

It looked too perfect, except even the most blunted, thickest of graphite pencil would take me around two days to perfectly exemplify the distinct strokes of her hairs. Therefore I decided to use freehand, vertical scribbling of charcoal on her hairs (You can see the distinct charcoal strokes in her hairs). Abhishree wore spectacles, so eyes became too easy for me too draw, even the biggest of all mistakes would be considered as the reflection in the spectacles. However, those distinct eyeballs, so spherically diagonally coming out became far difficult than I thought. Next, I did make a charcoal based outline of her neck and her upper chest, assuming that a flat portrait would look better. But just as I saw the elegance of the portrait, I took up an eraser and rubbed off all the outlines at her left neck, and upper left chest. Leaving it only white with no strokes of pencil. This would give the image a more professional guise, as if Abhishree stood in an extreme sun-fed summer solstice. Next, only the inner facial expressions were perfectly hew by using thumb movement – rolling it over charcoal. But not too much, playing with charcoal on canvas, is like playing with the fire. It can even ruin the whole painting.

Using only graphite at the facial sketches, I finally sign off my name on her upper chest to mark an end to yet another artistic masterpiece.

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Flying to Siliguri on Friday (May miss two days of blog)

Love,

Siddharth Soni

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3 Responses to “The Charcoal Futurism – Abhishree Banka”

  1. Sid says:

    Unidirectional charcoal – Not the easiest of things to do with charcoal… Great work. Thanks for sharing… !!

  2. Raman says:

    Wonderful and motile… Extremely brilliant art :-)

  3. Mindsley says:

    You are as great as an artist as you are a poet… Cheers :-)

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