The period from dusk to dawn is like the time between one finished painting and starting work on a new canvas. Sometimes that wait is like yearning. There is an element of emptiness, and of restlessness…almost tipping towards uneasiness and urge to start something new.
Just before dawn is the phase of maximum excitement. When there is a rush of ideas, waiting to take shape in the form of drawing. Drawing doesn’t even wait for the day to break.

Once the pencil has done its job, it gives way to a phase of contemplation and serious thought. Mind oscillates it’s focus to and fro between the lines and possibilities of form. Eyes oscillate between canvas and the horizon outside…between the blankness placed on the easel and pitch darkness resting outside. Just as hints of colour appear in the sky, the mind fills up the white drawing with colour. The washed palette is ready and so are the brushes. Birds brush past the hues around the rising sun announcing the arrival of light just like paint makes its free flight on the canvas, in anticipation of another creation.

I am the path of least resistance for the flow of ideas. And Dhyaan or meditative silence is the artist, imparting meaning, significance and luminescence to the moves and strokes. A painting is just conceived in the womb of the day.