Oil Painting for Breakfast

I feel alive. Filled with passion. All day long. All week long. All I have been thinking about are lines, values and colors. I got five canvasses all primed and prepped. Sketches in each one, raw and waiting for dabs of paint. I am ready to lose myself again for a few days. How glorious.

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Pencil drawing on canvas for an oil painting. Painting no. 2 for the ‘Childhood” series

The Unbreakable Bond

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From the moment Babar stuck out his little pink tongue and licked my fingers I knew I would love him very dearly. But an even stronger bond developed between Babar and my husband. I guess boys understand each other more. I am too much of a hugger and most of the time Babar would wriggle out of my embrace. He enjoys the wrestling game he plays with my husband more. When husband is at home I am ignored, well until he gets hungry. Only then will my face gets licked non-stop. Haha.I love how much they adore each.

Babar and hubby’s portrait of mutual adoration. Loved working on this painting. It was laborious but I am happy about the result.

The Unbreakable Bond, Oil on Canvas

copyright 2013 JMKhapra

When An Artist Captures Your Imagination And Your Soul

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The piece of art that an artist creates is an expression of his inner self, his thoughts, his beliefs; How he sees the world and everything on it. If his work touches you in any way, your emotions, sentiments and intellect; the artist has succeeded in seducing you to look at the world from his point of view and you might never look at it the same way again.

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Oil on canvas ‘ Surajkund Mela at the Gates’ by JMKhapra

Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

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I am working on a new painting of Babar in deep slumber and I am enjoying the first stage of the process. Like romance the beginning is the most thrilling for the possibilities of what the outcome will look like are limitless.

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Art work by Jmkhapra

Portrait Of A Young Lady

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I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty… you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are.

-J. D. Salinger, Catcher In The Rye

© painting by Jofelyn M. Khapra

Nani

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She was there when I was born more excited than anyone. As I was growing up she’s my number one fan and my most trusted confidant.

First time I broke my heart over a boy, she did not laugh at me. She hugged me and whispered , ” I know it hurts now but I am very sure you are going to get over him sooner than you think. You will even find all this funny someday.” Drying my tears, she handed me a glass of warm milk and tucked me in bed like a little girl.

Most of the useful things I know I learned from her. She taught me how to bake. She taught me how to dance. She taught me how to care for my potted plants.

I sneaked out of the house once before high school graduation, caught by my father as I was returning home, she saved my hide from my father’s wrath saying, ” The girl is young only once let her have some harmless fun.”

Smiling as I reminisce, my grandmother’s unconditional love, I miss most of all now that I have a family of my own.

©JMKhapra