Instinctively human

In every world of every age, humans have no doubt questioned what it is, really, to be human? Why are we always at war, why we do not recognize all religions as equally misguided, maybe in different ways but still able to function to bring people together. Sure, being similar (while also being superior) awards security, but when that need to be alike itself becomes a security threat, why do we not recognize that?

Anyway, my disdain for some of human instincts only makes my love for others more stark. Here is the beginning of my dedication to what makes us human, distinctive in different parts of the world. We don’t need to be alike, we just need to be humane.

Friends‘. Graphite and color pencil on pastel paper (14″ X 11″). Little girls playing in a village at the beginning of their day, they may not go to school or perhaps its a holiday. They see me with a camera and a smile directed at them. Giggle and hold each other in their excitement, wondering why I have any interest in them..

The mother‘. Graphite and color pencil on pastel paper (11″ X 14″). A young mom in Panama, also sees my camera and interest in her, holds her blanketed baby closer with a shy smile for me..

Old flame‘. Acrylic on canvas (30″X 20″). People on islands loving their old trucks, not willing to let go despite the fact that they may never drive them again.

Kolkata Joy‘. Soft oil pastel on drawing paper (24″X 18″). People in Kolkata, India optimizing use of space, their daily life spilling onto their narrow lanes, with big hearts and who knows how many stories..

3 thoughts on “Instinctively human

  1. I am not qualified to comment on Art.
    But I will definitely comment, expression of smiles are beautifully sketched on these girls.
    But the value of the Art is depending upon the buyer.
    About the poor lane; the road, the walls of the old poor houses and the clothes hanging for drying ropes are painted perfectly.

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