All artworks by Ved Nayar
Archival digital prints • 10 artworks
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These works are the part of a series'Between Haven & Earth'. Digital achival prints of addition of 25,signed[...]
These works are the part of a series'Between Haven & Earth'. Digital achival prints of addition of 25,signed by artist and numbered.
Circus • 2 artworks
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View allDancing figure • 9 artworks
View allFace & figure • 4 artworks
View allTwo figures • 1 artwork
View allFigure with many heads • 2 artworks
View allBrush drawing • 1 artwork
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I draw, when a compulsion ceases me. I draw more by instinct rather than by the tenants of formal training[...]
I draw, when a compulsion ceases me. I draw more by instinct rather than by the tenants of formal training to draw, with any instrument or tool capable of drawing. The operation starts with a dot or a line or a blot created with the help of a medium. Then a coordination of instinct, fingers, holding the tool or a brush and the medium develops. During this process, a moment comes when a ray of energy flows out of my inner self, through my fingers to the drawing. The drawing is complete and I recognise it — some part of my creativity and emotion gets intensely infused in the drawing.
Pear Face • 1 artwork
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I am tired, always tired, before and after the sleep.
Days and nights, I spend lying on the bed, under[...]
I am tired, always tired, before and after the sleep.
Days and nights, I spend lying on the bed, under the constant protesting sound of the fan,
blowing hot air.
The Sun is over my head always,
I can not shake it away.
He sucks the winds to boil them,
to throw them back on me.
The shadows have disappeared,
the world is thin without volume.
In the morning and in the evening,
I scan the dusty sky,
search leaves on the branches of the trees, search a torn piece of cloud in the sky,
to believe in hope,
to build courage to live.
Today, near the horizon,
I saw an arm extended,
to feel the first drop of rain on hand.
Days and nights, I spend lying on the bed, under the constant protesting sound of the fan,
blowing hot air.
The Sun is over my head always,
I can not shake it away.
He sucks the winds to boil them,
to throw them back on me.
The shadows have disappeared,
the world is thin without volume.
In the morning and in the evening,
I scan the dusty sky,
search leaves on the branches of the trees, search a torn piece of cloud in the sky,
to believe in hope,
to build courage to live.
Today, near the horizon,
I saw an arm extended,
to feel the first drop of rain on hand.
Figure,Tree & bird • 3 artworks
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"sparkles of light”
“I am content choosing to walk, all alone in darkness, locating, building and[...]
"sparkles of light”
“I am content choosing to walk, all alone in darkness, locating, building and carving my own path to walk on, towards the universe (Brahmand) of a floating volume of intense darkness hiding sparkels of light.
Sometimes, a sparkle of light comes out of that universe ( Brahmand) of floating darkness,
engulfs me and then leaves me rejuvenated,
to continue locating, building and carving my path,
to walk on it, in the darkness towards the universe (Brahamand) of floating volume of intense blackness hiding sparkles of light”
Ved Nayar
“I am content choosing to walk, all alone in darkness, locating, building and carving my own path to walk on, towards the universe (Brahmand) of a floating volume of intense darkness hiding sparkels of light.
Sometimes, a sparkle of light comes out of that universe ( Brahmand) of floating darkness,
engulfs me and then leaves me rejuvenated,
to continue locating, building and carving my path,
to walk on it, in the darkness towards the universe (Brahamand) of floating volume of intense blackness hiding sparkles of light”
Ved Nayar
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