Fire Art

Hello everyone. I am back again and this time with something different as usual. Today’s topic is Fire Art.

Well, fire art doesn’t mean you have to do anything with real fire but only with painting. Ofcourse painting fire can make any one nervous not only the novice artists but also the experienced ones.

So today I will not only share my art with you but also will write down a tutorial for how to create a fire art. And ofcourse share some references.

For fire painting you need to observe the flames. You can either use a candle or anything. You need observe the colour and shapes of the flame and how they flicker and dance around each other.

One tip I prefer sharing is, always use a black background for fire painting it will highlight the entire picture of yours.

The black background not only highlights the intensity of the fire but also makes it easier to paint. When you start off with a dark background, this adds stark contrast which will ensure that you keep the painting focused on the fire and nothing else.

Things you will require:

1: Pallete

2: Medium sized paint brush

3: An old rag

4: Paints. I prefer acrylic paints but you can also opt for oil paints. The colours must be red, yellow and white.

5: Paint thinner for oils or water for acrylics.

6: The most important thing, the painting surface.

Background
Traditional painting rules dictate that black is simply an absence of color and should therefore never be used in painting. Whether you agree with this or not is up to you, but it is not essential to stick to the rules of fine art. Using fast drying acrylic paint or a watercolor wash, paint the background very dark or black. Cover the whole of your painting surface.

Colour Palette
Whether you are using oils or acrylics, select your color palette first. Select the color you want for the dark back ground. The darker the better. Choose red and yellow for the flames. Mix varying degrees of red and yellow to get different gradations of orange. You should have at your disposal a very light yellow, which increases in intensity, followed by varying degrees of orange and finally red. If you are using acrylics, you must work fast because acrylics tend to dry quickly. With oils, you don’t have to worry about this.

Red

Once the background is dry, select a medium sized old paint brush. Use your reference photo’s at this point and make a note of the basic shape of the fire. Notice s shapes and how they join together about a third of the way up the fire. Notice how two flames within the fire are never the same height.

Select red paint with your brush and load the paint onto it, being sure to get the paint into the brush really well. Starting from the base of the fire, the widest part, place the loaded brush onto the painting surface and press the brush onto the surface. Follow the forms of the brush in a free and light way. Trace the brush up the paper in the shape of the fire. Do not worry about specks of paint getting onto the neat black background. They will end up looking like sparks from the flame.

Orange
Wipe off the excess with a rag and repeat the process with orange paint. This time, trace the brush within the edges of the red paint, so that the red is around the edge and most prominent at the top of the fire shape.

Yellow
Use a rag to wipe the excess orange paint off your brush and select light yellow from your palette. Trace the shape of the flame within the confines of the orange fire shape you just made. Observe the yellow in your reference photo and notice how the lightest yellow part of the flame is located near the base of the fire. Increase the intensity of the yellow by selecting a deeper yellow from your palette and continue tracing the shape of the yellow part of the flame, within the orange part. All the while paying attention to your reference photo. The colors will naturally blend.

White
Add a little white paint to your brush and gently trace the brush in the center of the fire toward the bottom. This is the hottest part of the fire and often looks close to white. You can make this as bright or as dull as you like.

So everyone here was the tutorial for fire art. For more details you can visit

1● https://feltmagnet.com,

2● https://www.google.com/amp/s/m.wikihow.com/Paint-Fire%3famp=1,

3● https:/jerrysartarama.com &

4● https://boredpanda.com

Here are some fire arts which I would like to share.

I had named it, “The Dwelling”.

This one I had named, “Walking to the light”.

This one I have named, “The Waiting”.

Remember I painted sea waves one and updated it one of my posts, this is the same. Only difference is I have named it, “The Firey Waves”.

Well this is one of my own pictures which I used as my dp on Instagram for a long time. I didn’t name it anything.

It took a long time to paint this one. I have named it, “The Burning Roses”.

This one was the easiest for me. “I named it, “Walking Away”.

This one is one of my favorites. I named it, “The Burning Angel”.

Last one. This is also my favourite. I have named it, “Fiery Fairy”.

For more of my paintings and work you can always find me on my usual contact place:

https://www.instagram.com/deserted_queen/

So lovelies, that’s all for today. See you again. 😉

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Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore, some have heard and read about him some have not. Last week was his birthday. He was born in Calcutta on 7th May 1861 and died on 7th August 1941 in Calcutta. He was a Proud Indian He was a Writer, song composer, playwright, essayist, painter. And he received Novel Prize for ‘Gitanjali’ in the year 1913.

Honestly speaking on my blog today I won’t write what everyone knows or can read about him. This is my blog so today I will write what I truly feel, what I truly think about him.

I had read about him since my childhood. My Grandpa used to say one cannot finish reading his works during his/her whole lifetime. Of course he had written a lot. I somehow could feel whatever he might have felt during writing either a sad poetry or a love poem.

Many bengali people in India love him but some hate him. I remember, last year a renowned camera person from a renowned channel told me there’s no point in loving that man’s work because he got whatever he had because he was born in a rich family.

I didn’t respond him, I just smiled. Of course I could have argued with him because I have read him since my childhood. But I couldn’t make him understand what I exactly feel about Rabindranath Tagore.

If any artist is reading this then my question to you would be, have you seen Rabindranath Tagore’s old age photograph? If yes have you looked deep into his eyes? What do you see?

It is said that eyes of a human reflects everything about that person, I am not sure about others but about Rabindranath Tagore it was applicable. His emotions would be easily understandable from him eyes. I personally avoid looking in his eyes of his picture. Do you know what I see?

He might have recieved everything a man ever wants or wanted but his eyes says he was in agony, in deep pain which he couldn’t share with anyone. His eyes say he wanted peace. His eyes depict, only if he could turn over the time.

There are many portraits about him. Many people draw about him. I only sketched once about him because I can’t draw those eyes. I can’t draw that pain, that hurt. I can’t. I only sketched about him once in my lifetime but for me that was worse because I felt like thousands of knives were hitting me.

I have never seen him but I feel like as if I have known him since ages. May be it’s common.

Many “FAMOUS” people would say ,”Ah, that’s very normal”, if I share my true feelings about what I feel about Rabindranath Tagore. But my question is do you feel connected to him like I do? Do you feel like you have known him always like I do? Do you?

Honestly speaking he isn’t my favourite writer or poet or painter but still I love reading his works. This reminds me of one more incident in 2017 while I was working as a journalist, my senior asked me about one of the phrases of Rabindranath Tagore’s work “Ghore Baire”, a lady who sort of hated me commented, “How would she know about it? You asked the wrong person”, and she chuckled. My senior knowing me well then told her, “Why don’t you answer it then”, she didn’t have any answer to it. I simply completed the phrase and told him the other required details and left the room.

You know I didn’t feel victorious that day because she couldn’t answer it and I knew about it. I was extremely hurt because I can’t portray my feelings.

I know whoever reads it might feel it boring because for the very first time ever I have revealed this side of me but one thing I would say Rabindranath Tagore was really a great man. Not because I know it but because I feel it.

A quote by him, “Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence? I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds. Open your doors and look abroad. From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before. In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that sang one spring morning, sending its glad voice across an hundred years.”

That’s all for today.

Book Publish

Hey everyone. My first book paperback and e-book, Short sad love stories have been published by Amazon.com. The E-book is available everywhere as well as the Paperback.

You can search my name Monidipa Dutta on Amazon.com and you will find it.

But let me tell you the Paperback has slightly different and extra contents than the e-book.

This is the E-book.👆

And this is the Paperback. 👆

All I can request is Read and share. I would love to read your feedbacks because every opinion matters to me.

I really hope you enjoy reading it.

Thank you. 😊💌 💓

This is my first book ever.

Butterfly

Today while I was sitting in my balcony and sipping my black coffee all of a sudden a butterfly flew inside and it sat on my shoulder.. I tried to catch it but it flew and sat on my broken right hand.

This time I didn’t do anything. After sometime a thought came to my mind that was, there is no comparison of a butterfly. It is a part of nature. And nothing can be more beautiful than nature.

Then what?

I started painting about them…

I hope you liked them. Feedbacks are always welcome…

💖❤

I Love you LIKE I Hate you

Today I will share a story of a girl Meika. Well, her father passed away in 2016 when she was 21 years. She just completed her Master’s degree and started working in a respectable position as a journalist. Her mother passed away when she was 18 years old. She never had any siblings as such. Relatives were there who loved her but Meika believed in keeping them away from her. But, she was a strong girl though.

On a fine november night after dinner she opened her facebook account. She noticed there was a friend request. She opened that page and was shocked to see the name. It was from Aniket.

Aniket was Meika’s first crush, first love when she was in std 9. She could never move on from him. Though Aniket never knew about her love for him. She never dated in her entire college. Never even wanted to get married because the man she fell for was a self claimed saint.

Seeing his account made her fall in love with him again. She accepted his request. She didn’t message him though she kept an eye on his account.

On a Tuesday evening Meika updated some pictures of her on Facebook. And for the very first time Aniket commented. As soon as Meika saw it she jumped out of her couch with excitement. But, she composed herself though and replied only a smiley of smile to him. That night Aniket messaged her. And first time they spoke to each other. Aniket was a smooth talker. And Meika was already in love with him so she easily got flattered. She remembered the day the first time she saw him in Indian Ethnic dress, she fell badly for him. She never got a chance to get close to him as they were from same colony but he was a politician’s brother, and now her dream has come true.

As days and months passed by, their chatting increased. Affection towards eachother increased. And this time Meika decided to take a leave from work to go back to her home town to meet Aniket.

So on a weekend she went back to the city where she spent her childhood. But she decided to stay in a hotel rather than her own house. That evening Aniket came to the hotel where Meika was residing. Meika met him in the reception of the hotel. He took her to his place which he had converted into his study on his bike. Though Meika hated bikes but she couldn’t say no to him. After they reached at Aniket’s place. They sat and were talking about work, about hobbies in the meantime Meika’s phone rang. As it was a call from work she had to attend it. She excused herself and went nearby the window while speaking. After done as soon as she turned back she saw Aniket standing very close to her and Meika turned towards him he hugged her. As Meika loved him badly she melted in her arms. And then she initiated a kiss on his lips. They made out passionately that evening. For Meika it was her dream come true. And for Aniket a score. That night Aniket insisted her to stay with him but she didn’t she went back to the hotel. Ofcourse Aniket dropped her.

Meika slept like a baby that night because her dream came true.

Next day morning Aniket called her up and behaved abnormally. She informed him that she was having lunch at her best friends place. He got extremely possessive and even abused her in anger. Meika just said one sentence, “I believe we are yet not in a relationship, so why are you being possessive”. To which Aniket replied, “Because your best friend is a guy”. Meika was shocked to hear that. She decided to cancel the lunch and went to Aniket’s place to meet him. They met he said they can’t be together and they can only have sexual relationship. Meika was broken badly but as because she was good in hiding her emotions declined his offer.

In one moment her feelings for him changed and now she wants to avenge him at any cost.

See people I gave this example of Meika and Aniket because what we often fail to remember is that we are humans. Love and hate both are a part of that emotion. But there is a very thin line between love and hate. If love can make us blind hatred too can do that. So avoid all this. Because is a part of life. Stay happy and keep others happy.