Aarti Harish

True love...

noreply@blogger.com (Aarti Harish) — Fri, 05 Mar 2021 14:05:00 +0000

To love without condition, to talk without intention, to give without reason, to care without expectation; That's the spirit of true love.

Grandmother...

noreply@blogger.com (Aarti Harish) — Thu, 04 Mar 2021 07:09:00 +0000

A chalk pastel sketch of my husband's maternal grandmother,Ramanibai, at the age of 15. This picture was clicked around 1940.

"Grandmothers and roses are much the same. Each is a God's masterpiece with different names."

- Unknown

She looked like art...

noreply@blogger.com (Aarti Harish) — Tue, 02 Mar 2021 15:45:00 +0000

She never looked nice.

She looked like art and art wasn't supposed to look nice. It was supposed to make you feel something.

@thinkingminds

The Horse...

noreply@blogger.com (Aarti Harish) — Fri, 26 Feb 2021 09:01:00 +0000

“The horse. Here is nobility without conceit, friendship without envy, beauty without vanity. A willing servant, yet never a slave.”

The change...

noreply@blogger.com (Aarti Harish) — Thu, 25 Feb 2021 13:05:00 +0000

The move you are afraid to make,

could be the one that may change you completely!

Vicious circle...

noreply@blogger.com (Aarti Harish) — Wed, 24 Feb 2021 14:06:00 +0000

Another source of fallacy is the vicious circle of illusions which consists on the one hand of believing what we see, and on the other in seeing what we believe.

— Thomas Clifford Allbutt

Broken inside, Gucci outside...

noreply@blogger.com (Aarti Harish) — Wed, 24 Feb 2021 12:32:00 +0000

Inside my heart is breaking
My makeup may be flaking
But my smile, still, stays on

The show must go on

The show must go on, yeah...

Nobody like you...

noreply@blogger.com (Aarti Harish) — Sun, 21 Feb 2021 05:19:00 +0000

“Personality is every individual’s signature trait. There will never be anyone like you, therefore hold on to what makes you so special as a person, a character, and a human being.”

Anonymous

High...

noreply@blogger.com (Aarti Harish) — Fri, 19 Feb 2021 13:05:00 +0000

High people understand other high people. They catch things that others don’t.

Pulled by steady tides...

noreply@blogger.com (Aarti Harish) — Fri, 19 Feb 2021 06:34:00 +0000

Half of me is filled with bursting words and half of me is painfully shy. I crave solitude yet also crave people. I want to pour life and love into everything yet also nurture my self-care and go gently. I want to live within the rush of primal, intuitive decision, yet also wish to sit and contemplate. This is the messiness of life - that we all carry multitudes, so must sit with the shifts. We are complicated creatures, and ultimately, the balance comes from this understanding. Be water. Flowing, flexible and soft. Subtly powerful and open. Wild and serene. Able to accept all changes, yet still led by the pull of steady tides. It is enough.

Victoria Erickson

Mood...

noreply@blogger.com (Aarti Harish) — Fri, 19 Feb 2021 05:15:00 +0000

Once you've ruined your reputation,

You can live quite freely!

I'd choose you...

noreply@blogger.com (Aarti Harish) — Thu, 18 Feb 2021 15:03:00 +0000

“And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.”

– Kiersten White

You're my home...

noreply@blogger.com (Aarti Harish) — Thu, 18 Feb 2021 07:14:00 +0000

Your memory feels like home to me.

So whenever my mind wanders, it always finds it’s way back to you.

Ranata Suzuki

Heaven...

noreply@blogger.com (Aarti Harish) — Wed, 17 Feb 2021 12:27:00 +0000

“A little flower that blooms in May

A lovely sunset at the end of a day

Someone helping a stranger along the way

That's heaven to me”.

-Sam Cooke

'til death, we do art...

noreply@blogger.com (Aarti Harish) — Wed, 17 Feb 2021 10:33:00 +0000

Art is not always meant to be decorative or soothing, in fact, it can create uncomfortable conversations and stimulate uncomfortable emotions.

Shepard Fairey

Sunshine...

noreply@blogger.com (Aarti Harish) — Wed, 17 Feb 2021 10:26:00 +0000

Keep your face to the sun and you will never see the shadows.

Helen Keller

Memory and fantasy...

noreply@blogger.com (Aarti Harish) — Tue, 16 Feb 2021 16:18:00 +0000

For what, after all, is the difference between a memory and a fantasy? Are not both a succession of imprecisely rendered images further obscured by imprecisely chosen words and animated only by the wistful effort of one's imagination? And who is to say that a vividly imagined moment of happiness is not, in the end, more enriching to the spirit than a hazy semi-recollection of some pallid pastime?

Olga Grushin, Forty Rooms

Don't read my mind...

noreply@blogger.com (Aarti Harish) — Tue, 16 Feb 2021 13:13:00 +0000

So don't try to touch my heart, it's darker than you think

And don't try to read my mind because it's full of disappearing ink

- Author: Elvis Costello

No reason...

noreply@blogger.com (Aarti Harish) — Tue, 16 Feb 2021 04:05:00 +0000

“If I could say it in words there would be no reason to paint.”

— Edward Hopper

Moledro...

noreply@blogger.com (Aarti Harish) — Fri, 12 Feb 2021 16:16:00 +0000

moledro

n. a feeling of resonant connection with an author or artist you’ll never meet, who may have lived centuries ago and thousands of miles away but can still get inside your head and leave behind morsels of their experience, like the little piles of stones left by hikers that mark a hidden path through unfamiliar territory.

Favorite place...

noreply@blogger.com (Aarti Harish) — Wed, 03 Feb 2021 07:16:00 +0000

You're my favourite place to visit when my mind searches for peace.

Art takes birth...

noreply@blogger.com (Aarti Harish) — Fri, 22 Jan 2021 13:51:00 +0000

My art takes birth when my loneliness becomes my companion... when I take lives and deaths much personally and work when others play. When I meet myself and find that the truth of life is not the dream of tender age ... but the fire within me that creates the work of art.

Jeet Aulakh

Inseparable...

noreply@blogger.com (Aarti Harish) — Fri, 22 Jan 2021 08:27:00 +0000

“I have slept with you all night long while the dark earth spins with the living and the dead, and on waking suddenly in the midst of the shadow my arm encircled your waist. Neither night nor sleep could separate us.”

Rumi

Don't belong anywhere...

noreply@blogger.com (Aarti Harish) — Fri, 22 Jan 2021 07:25:00 +0000

Where do you go if you don’t belong anywhere? If I wanted to run away then why come to the city? Because this is the place to hide. This is the place to be invisible. Anyone can be no one here, and I am someone that wants to be no one.

Steven Wilson

Lonely...

noreply@blogger.com (Aarti Harish) — Sat, 16 Jan 2021 13:50:00 +0000

You can be lonely anywhere, but there is a particular flavour to the loneliness that comes from living in a city, surrounded by millions of people.

Olivia Laing