The Accidental Artist

Have you not seen the curve of his words? He writes, writes, ever writes.

The style of writing has been inspired by this poem in Rabindranath Tagore’s most famous book of poetry; Gitanjali.

Every moment and every age, every day and every night he writes, writes, ever writes.

Have you seen his brilliant streaks of silver glisten in the Sun? He writes, writes, ever writes.

He moves his eyes to the window outside. She runs, runs ever runs.

He shakes his head with dismay, as he spots an error emerge. He strikes it out, strikes, ever strikes.

But from the dissolution he discerns, a vision of heaven that ever was. So he strikes, strikes ever strikes.

He now stretches the ink across his manuscript. These errors, no longer unwelcomed guests. So he writes, strikes, ever inks.

A crossed word, a scribbled script,

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Tagore’s rise as a painter stemmed out of his poetry writing.  He would often illustrate / doodle along with his writings, which he called “casualties in my manuscripts”!

A pattern emerges from a crypt.

A doodle, a sketch, to keep the words company,

Poetry flows, drawings accompany.

The paper no longer holds merely written word,

The ink now appears as a flying bird,

A bird that can only soar in our dreams, bird

Reality isn’t what it seems.

A woman from the words does hail,

Enveloped in a deep, dark veil,

She dances to the song that sings,

Her argeo manmdancing womans long to morph into wings,

The man whose head is filled with blocks,

The mysterious women that whisper in flocks,

A probable animal that missed its chance of existence,

All features, they formed to make some sense!

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A horizon …where they all converge,

Out of poetry, an accidental artist does emerge.

© Helina Desai and Nazneen Dharamsey, 2018. All rights reserved. (Photographs of paintings taken from the internet).


First Impressions

Scene 1: Their eyes met across a crowded room. Not a word was spoken. But somehow they knew, there was more in store for them.

Scene 2: She sat nervously in a really cold conference room when he entered and asked her warmly “Tea?” All fear left her when she realized this was where she belonged.

Scene 3: They wandered out of the airport with wonder filled eyes. New York was more than they could have ever imagined.

Scene 4: She was a menacing old woman sitting outside the subway. The little boy glanced at her as he passed her by and ran towards his mother, instantly grasping her hand.

Various scenarios, one moment of truth. The first time you look at someone and instantly decide if you’d ever want to see them again. The magic of first impressions? There’s no going back!

Scene 5: We walked around the palatial gallery of the most renowned personal collection of art. Marveling the exquisiteness of each piece, getting transported into another era. But something was missing. Something larger than life. As we made our way to the exit, I stopped. Something had caught my attention; it was drawing me towards it. “This is it!” She said, “Impressionism at its best. It has to be a Monet!” And a Monet it was!




  1. a style or movement in painting originating in France in the 1860s, characterized by a concern with depicting the visual impression of the moment, especially in terms of the shifting effect of light and colour.

o    a literary or artistic style that seeks to capture a feeling or experience rather than to achieve accurate depiction.

Soaking in some of their best works from Monet’s “The Thaw at Vétheuil”, “The Water Lily Pond” to Renoir’s “Wheatfield” a whole new world opened up to me. A sudden realization of the form of art in the art of life; how impressionism as a form of art, impacts the way we look at life. A flashback of memories, some almost crystal clear but never quite the regeneration, giving a sense of reality, but not completely.

Claude Monet, the undisputed leader of the Impressionists, spent his childhood in the French town of Le Havre, where he began to paint landscapes of the Normandy coast. After studying for a short period at the Académie Suisse in Paris, he took up plein air painting as a self-taught artist, striving to study the effects of light and time on nature.

He and Auguste Renoir were the first artists to use the loose brushstrokes characteristic of Impressionism.

We walked out in a stupor. An experience of a lifetime. The first impression of impressionism. An everlasting one!

©Nazneen Dharamsey, 2016. All rights reserved.

The Albertina. Vienna, Austria. September 2016.