OHHH life.

Handmade silk flowers. 

So I’ve started to paint..with real paints!

Mum in the morning before work. 

Everbody’s scared, except for the living dead.

A few weeks ago we did random storyboards for Rough class. One of my classmates drew this one, she’s a lovely girl. It was interesting to see how she expressed her curiosity about the Turban.

Everything is you Vaheguru, there is nothing that is not.

Our ego fools us into creating labels and divisions, but there has only ever been One, forever manifesting in infinite forms.

eaehu vis sa(n)saar thum dhaekhadhae eaehu har kaa roop hai har roop nadharee aaeiaa ||

This whole world that you see is the image of Vaheguru; only the image of Vaheguru is seen.

Jammmmin

aana(n)dh aana(n)dh sabh ko kehai aana(n)dh guroo thae jaaniaa ||
Bliss, bliss - everyone talks of bliss; bliss is known through the Guru.

Ang917, Guru Granth Sahib Ji.

Remain forever conscious.

The extremely elusive art of tea drinking and people watching.

Stop right there… first you gotsta show me the love yo!

Sketchbook.

Saw this lovely Olive oil packaging. It reminded me of engine oil cans. Olive oil for our flesh vehicles - transporting our souls here, there and everywhere.

Is it not rather baffling, quite strange and insane,

that a part of our body is removed like a stain.

It must not be visible on our face, arms and legs.

Because that’s disgusting! ..unless shaped on our head.

Why must we follow this very peculiar ‘rule’.

Does this body belong to them, or rightfully to you?

Why are you made to feel ashamed to simply be?

Let it grow, let it breathe, set yourself free.

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