Does anyone feel that dusk is the perfect time of the day to pause and reflect the philosophical meaning of our existence? No? Okay, perhaps I'm the only one.
Evenings have always been different than any other time of the day for me. Especially around the time sun is about to set behind buildings and the sky is painted in amazing hues. Sometimes it is shades of summer yellow, or amazing pink which remind you of flowers, or cool blue that remind you that the day is ending.
I always pause whatever I'm doing at this time, because realization hits me that another day has passed. Depending on my mood, it would either make me restless or serene. The world outside is at its most happening this time; people returning from office, kids playing in the park, and everyone is out and about. Sometimes I would stop by the park in my society and watch people and absorb the bustling noise around me. It calms me down. On other days, I would set out all by myself towards nowhere in particular, but just wanting to be part of the jostling crowd.
This picture that I had painted was actually clicked by a redditor. It captivated me because it captures my two moods perfectly. The left side of the picture shows noisy traffic while the right side depicts a still and empty sidewalk. Combined with the fiery orange of the dusk, this was a very picturesque Bangalore evening. I knew I had to paint it because it called to me.
I let the brush strokes be imperfect because I felt this picture is beautiful in its entirety, and not because of the individual elements in it. I tried doing justice to the original click and how it resonated with me. Its not perfect, but I like it.
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