Subhashini Chandramani

A geometer moth that looks like a dry crinkled leaf. Gonodontis Pallida

A Broken-Leaf Geometer moth, Gonodontis Pallida. Seeing it for the first time.

A pic of several hard back books stacked so you can see their variant colors of paper but not their spines. This is written across the pic: A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. #quote by George R.R. Martin Source: DESIGN BY BETSY FARRELL GETTY IMAGES

A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies.

#quote by George R.R. Martin

Indeed. And I think we re bound once the virus faded with vengeance.

Thanks ma

Hahaha

Poodle made from daisies. Botanical art depicting a playful poodle’s face, creatively arranged using white flowers and petals on a dark background. Rounded blossoms mimic the curly fur, while darker-centered flowers form expressive eyes. Small flowers and petals shape the smiling mouth and perky ears, bringing the charming dog to life.

Poodle!
Felt happy creating this art. When I saw the daisies I had a different idea. But the moment I placed them on the table, poodle eyes laughed at me.
#botanicalart #illustration #nature

Poodle made from daisies. Botanical art depicting a playful poodle’s face, creatively arranged using white flowers and petals on a dark background. Rounded blossoms mimic the curly fur, while darker-centered flowers form expressive eyes. Small flowers and petals shape the smiling mouth and perky ears, bringing the charming dog to life.

Poodle!
Felt happy creating this art. When I saw the daisies I had a different idea. But the moment I placed them on the table, poodle eyes laughed at me.
#botanicalart #illustration #nature

A close-up image of a green caterpillar resting on a citrus leaf. The caterpillar has distinct white and brown markings along its body, resembling a snake’s face near its head area for camouflage. The vibrant green blends seamlessly with the leaf, highlighting its adaptive features. The background is softly blurred, keeping the focus on the caterpillar and the leaf.

Spring is here.

"Forty-two years ago, for reasons beyond my comprehension, David Lynch plucked me out of obscurity to star in his first and last big budget movie. He clearly saw something in me that even I didn’t recognize. I owe my entire career, and life really, to his vision. What I saw in him was an enigmatic and intuitive man with a creative ocean bursting forth inside of him. He was in touch with something the rest of us wish we could get to. Our friendship blossomed on Blue Velvet and then Twin Peaks and I always found him to be the most authentically alive person I’d ever met. David was in tune with the universe and his own imagination on a level that seemed to be the best version of human. He was not interested in answers because he understood that questions are the drive that make us who we are. They are our breath. While the world has lost a remarkable artist, I’ve lost a dear friend who imagined a future for me and allowed me to travel in worlds I could never have conceived on my own. I can see him now, standing up to greet me in his backyard, with a warm smile and big hug and that Great Plains honk of a voice. We’d talk coffee, the joy of the unexpected, the beauty of the world, and laugh. His love for me and mine for him came out of the cosmic fate of two people who saw the best things about themselves in each other. I will miss him more than the limits of my language can tell and my heart can bear. My world is that much fuller because I knew him and that much emptier now that he’s gone. David, I remain forever changed, and forever your Kale. Thank you for everything."

was mostly keeping it together until I read Kyle MacLachlan's tribute to David Lynch

A 3D printed and assembled figurine in black and white placed on a table lamp.

Evening lights with a hand assembled #Qwad3d action figure.

I was thinking extreme climate is not about nature going berserk. It is a way for Nature reclaim all that humans selfishly possess. The five elements are powerful enough to destroy mankind and they will exist even when we aren’t around. Let that sink in.
#losangelesfire

The image features a collage of the Hibiscus mutabilis, commonly known as the Confederate Rose or Cotton Rose. It captures the flower’s fascinating color transition throughout the day, starting as a creamy white bloom in the morning (top left), gradually turning light pink (top right), deepening to a rich rosy hue (bottom left), and ending as a vibrant crimson shade (bottom right). The flower’s ruffled petals and large size are prominently displayed, set against its green leaves, showcasing its unique beauty.

Color transition of Confederate Rose.

Bangalore feels so good this winter.

Times are a bit hard. Am urgently looking for paid writing assignments. If you or anyone you know requires a freelance writer (film/technology/travel/feature pieces/ghost writing), please hit me up.

A gentle flutter in your balcony. About butterflies that are commonly seen inn a garden.

Blog post- About caterpillars and butterflies with a video of lime butterfly emerging from its chrysalis

www.neelavanam.com/post/a-gentl...

A gentle flutter in your balcony. About butterflies that are commonly seen inn a garden.

Blog post- About caterpillars and butterflies with a video of lime butterfly emerging from its chrysalis

www.neelavanam.com/post/a-gentl...

Actually a brilliant idea.

A lotus leaf opens up slowly and looks like clenched fingers, holding on to its youth.

The heart of a lotus leaf opening itself to the world- slowly and steadily.

The water chestnuts look like a bull or a flathead. So I created an art with them, created eyes using petals, and some cypress leaves to create a scene where the bulls re behind green grass.

Water Chestnut bulls.

A poem about Sabarmati Ashram- Where light plays with dark Wind plays with leaves The ripples of Sabarmati a soft murmur. Students descend from a bus, run through the corridors. Bachchon, look at the Mahatma, the teacher shouts. The behenji’s sweep the gathered dust with long handled mop, History remains.

Behenji, the lady who sweeps the corridors of the Ashram

Sabarmati Ashram-
Where light plays with dark
Wind plays with leaves
The ripples of Sabarmati
a soft murmur.
Students descend from a bus,
run through the corridors.
Bachchon, look at the Mahatma,
the teacher shouts.
The behenji’s sweep the gathered dust with long handled mop,
History remains.

Gazania flower. A multi petal golden orange flower with a pollen rich centre

Treasure the flower- Gazania.
#gardening #flower 🌱

Similar to how I use peas in recipes- dal, vegetable rice, and in curries. It has a crunchy nice flavour

Today’s harvest- Broad bean and Tuvar bean in a basket

Today’s harvest- Broad bean and Tuvar bean from the garden. #gardening #nature #homegarden

Don’t remember much. I know that Ive felt uncomfortable I enjoyed the movies I think. So, I have no idea how a modern theatre or seating looks like , say in PVR and places.

I haven't watched a movie in a theatre for 20 years now:-) I feel claustrophobic

The image captures the serene backwaters of the Krishna Raja Sagar (KRS) Reservoir during sunset. Silhouettes of trees, including palms and other foliage, stand gracefully against the water, reflecting the fading hues of the evening sky. The gradient sky transitions from soft orange and pink near the horizon to a deeper blue higher up, with a crescent moon and a single bright star visible. The tranquil water and darkened landscape create a peaceful and atmospheric scene, highlighting the beauty of the reservoir at dusk.

Backwaters of KRS Reservoir, Mysore.

Enabled it. Thank you 🙏🏻

Colored pencil drawing of snowberry (Symphoricarpos)

Snowberry twig with faded leaves. Colored pencil on illustration board.

Forgot to add an ALT text 🙄
@bsky.app please add a button to add text even after posting.

#artadventcalendar
We all are art in progress.
#botabicalart #gardenart