Tales of the Aatha tree

I am currently working drawings about the Aatha tree ( Red custard apple tree ) . As a moving sketchbook , I am trying to bring its significance and exploration into the local environment through this sketchbook series . It contains elements of my childhood and a biography of the moments that are now passing . Full of dreams and stories I have a lot to say about the tree .

The concept of a moving sketchbook is an idea and dream project that has been on my mind for some time . Now it can be implemented . I try to present it with any kind of elegance , with the limitations of language. This sketchbook introduces me to a realistic experience and my outlook on life .

It is perfect to mark in the art that tree and the local surroundings as an artist go through such conditions and pressures. With the advent of modernity , the presence of the Aatha tree has greatly diminished. Today that tree is rarely seen in some homes. Once upon a time, the fruits were able to quench our hunger and those fruits have been able to regenerate each of our cells. These fruits trees can create a healthy environment and this present times demands of us the importance of the Aatha fruit. May these places be sanctuaries for many local birds, and many their music be a happy moment for those around us.

The experiences and views I got through bring me to these topics . It has good memories and dreams of the past . The reborn characters in those dreams also have reflections of abstract language formed unconsciously . That the tree on the south side of the house was still whispering something to me. Now the monsoon has come here . Due to the presence of rain , a dark atmosphere is seen around the tree , full of new branches and leaves . The dried fruits of last season are still left on that Aatha tree. Many saplings have sprouted around the tree . A cobra has come and settled in a ditch near to the Aatha tree . Both have fears inside but they live around us. They are losing all their forests and fields to live on . In any case, they need places to live. Each is a great creation of beauty and balance .

My fear of snakes has been growing with me since my childhood , It is still going on without an end . Lying in the depths of the mind is curved lines like the body of snake . Unbeknownst to me, they appear in my pictures as curved lines with the intensity of fear. It is necessary to assess the extent of their influence on the drawings in the observation of others . But only then can such an assessment be perfected. These are descriptions of perspective related to my life.