A few more!
These are a few portraits choosen from a dozen pile. I did make them for fun and later to earn a penny. And the reason I got my first PC was because I could contribute to 10% of the cost & guess where the money came from!
Blending Realism
This is probably my best pencil sketch—a portrait of my granduncle, Bal-Yogi Maharaj, a great saint. After his ascension, I created this artwork and gifted the original to my grandmother, sharing prints with the family. Grateful for this tribute!
One sitting!
Our trip to Gajanan Maharaj was a sudden plan, and my mom requested a painting. Being lazy, I kept putting it off—until the very night of our journey. Determined, I sat from 10 PM to 6 AM, painting nonstop, not even pausing for a break! Once I set my mind to something, there’s no turning back. 🎨✨
A Painting Across Time
Thirty-four years ago, my father began a painting at the request of my aunt. She had given him a special sheet of paper—one marked with engineering drawings, a reflection of her own profession and passion. But fate had other plans. When my aunt tragically passed away, my father could no longer bring himself to finish the piece. It remained untouched, a silent tribute to a bond that time could not erase.
Years later, I stumbled upon that very same paper, aged yet still holding the essence of an unfinished story. Something about it called to me—the strokes my father had started, the memories it carried, and the love woven into it. With deep emotion and a sense of purpose, I picked up where he left off, completing the painting after so many years.
Now, this artwork is more than just colors on paper. It is a bridge between generations, a symbol of love, loss, and the beauty of carrying forward what was once left behind.