Ruchira Mittal – Fluid Artist
When in school, I shuddered at the very thought of art class.
Submitting school projects was a nightmare.
Later, I charmed my friends with artistic proclivities to help my children with their (complicated) art projects in school. All I could ever draw was a hibiscus flower, a scenery, which I copied from a painting in our home and a cartoon of a poodle wearing a large bow on its head.
Interestingly, I grew up appreciating art. My father is a connoisseur and I studied Literature- both factors fuelled my love for art.
But ‘making’ Art was not for me.
I could write and paint pictures with my words though.
Keep painting that picture, Oh painter mine,
Use all those wondrous hues
I am beside, holding a palette for you.
I see a stroke of brilliant red
Is it how our passion bred?
There is a field of fortune green
Through its beauty Nature preens
The pink in those flowers
Is stunning too
Makes me think of me and you
The sunlit sky of a warm gold
The canvas spills with beauty untold
I stand bewitched swathed in your colours so true
My heart’s in a swirl
My fingers itch to curl
To draw those strokes with you
Paint on, that picture, oh painter mine
Use all those wonderous hues
See I am holding a palette for you…
Lately, I discovered the possibilities of a stark canvas and the magic of paints and fell in love.
I play with paints, albeit in a thoughtful manner.
My children look at me with delighted awe, exclaiming the hippie in me has emerged.
Well, if there indeed was a hippie hiding in my Capricorn hide, about time she emerged.
Because, now I am colouring my fifties!
I am a fluid artist. I work with acrylic paints.