A Karachi sorta day.

I've started working on panel boards and i absolutely loveeeee them! 

I've started working on panel boards and i absolutely loveeeee them! 

Living in Seattle, rain is really not a big deal, you become used to it… you even stop noticing it! No it does not actually rain ALL the time like they show in Greys Anatomy! But it does rain quite a lot. 

But for last two months we've been having a dry spell with little to no rain... And temperatures reaching a Seattle record high. By this point we’re all desperate for rain!

Yesterday morning when I woke up it was a dark and cloudy morning, with a cool breeze and just that feeling of right before a storm. It reminded me Karachi monsoons, one of my favorite times of the year in Karachi. Of course, over here your street doesn't turn into a two day river! But I found myself suddenly feeling so nostalgic, missing that rain smell and just the pure joy that a monsoon rain brings. The break from the heat, the chai, the impromptu Pakoras or Halwa Poori.... Going up to the roof to soak in the rain.  

Rain in Karachi is so different, for a few short hours the whole city seems to come alive, people's moods are lifted, Offices and schools close! Yes, it comes with a lot of negatives too, but I still have always loved the rain in Karachi and how the city is transformed.

We were once stuck in traffic in the middle of a monsoon shower, cars had broken down and even the traffic signal had stopped working.... No one was going anywhere. And smack in the middle of all that suddenly there was a bunch of men dancing in the middle of the street!.... No, that's not going to happen in Seattle! 

Transferring my pattern. 

Transferring my pattern. 

Sitting with 'A' this morning listening to the clouds grumble, I kept sharing my excitement with him about the rain..... He really couldn't careless! And I realised then, it's not a big deal to him.... He only knows the common- not a big deal –Seattle rain.... He doesn't know, and probably will never know Karachi monsoons. 

 

 

 

The final piece.

The final piece.

Detail 

Detail 

P.S- I’m sorry about the missing steps in the work pics, in a moment of panic where my phone was out of memory I managed to delete a whole bunch of pics I actually needed :S uggghhhhh! 

So this is the artist panel i used for this painting:

But i've started using these ones instead:




20 years....

For the last year, the term ’twenty years’ keeps ringing in my head; those two small words seem to bring such a heavy feeling.

It's very strange to think about how long its been, when you think of '20 years' it feels like such a long, long.... long time ago. Two decades. So much that has happened, so much that has changed. The greater part of my life is those 20 years... but it doesn't feel like it was as long ago as it sounds. 

The memories of 20 years ago are so fresh in my head, each one carefully woven inside and double knotted in place. 

I created this piece in my first year of college at IVSAA, for my 'Abba' (father) who passed away 20 years ago today. I did it by first creating transparencies of old pictures of him, birthday and postcards that he had given to my sisters and I. I then layered the transparencies, working directly on them with soft chalk pastels and acrylic paint. I also scratched away some areas, with a steel edge scale... perhaps there is an easier way to remove the ink but at that time that’s what I had!

It's always been one of my favorite pieces that is very close to my heart, may not be the most successful, but this piece wasn't about that. Making it was kind of a journey that I needed to take, and a tribute that was long over due.

20 years can be a really long time, or it can just be yesterday....