Ushering in the rains drawn in acrylic on stretched canvas

“ আবার এসো মা গো “
Our tearful farewell to our beloved mother … in acrylic and ink pen on stretched canvas
This painting is in a sequel to “এসো মা ! “ posted on Sept 23 just before Mahalaya.
I feel happy and honored to have both of these paintings as a part of the decor of     “WisdomTree” ….. a happiness cafe on Dover Road

“এসো মা “ My humble prayer to our beloved Mother , for joy ,peace and happiness to the mankind Wishing you all a “” Shubho Sharodiya “” in acrylic and ink pen on stretched canvas I feel happy and honoured that this painting is a part of decor of “WISDOM TREE “ … a happiness cafe on Dover Road

Kolkata “ … tumio hete dekho Kolkata …. jabe ki aamar sathe…
My humble tribute to our beloved kolkata
In watercolour on paper

“” AABAR ESSO MAAGO “”
My most humble prayer to our beloved MOTHER ……
In water colour on paper
Wishing you ALL …..
“SHUBHO BIJOYA “

“” SPIRIT…….UNBOUND !!!!!!!!! “”
My hope and desire for all mankind under this claustrophobic environment
….. soft pastel and charcoal on paper

“” Aami apono moner madhuri mishayee tomare korechi rachana ….. “” My most humble tribute in acrylic on paper “” Shubho Buddha Purnima “”

“Bohe nirontoro ananta aanada dhara …..” tale of an unknown river with my brushes in acrylic on paper ….

“Let there be LIGHT “” … and there WILL  be light .. “” Let there be HOPE “” …. and there WILL be hope for the mankind …. when the maiden sun rays , at the advent of  New Year, will caress the dew drops on the grass blades at the far horizon …..
…. Painter’s humble prayer in acrylic on paper while reciting from a poem by Tagore ..
“” AAJI  E PROBHATE  ROBIR KAR ….. ..“”

“”Kolkata …tumio hete dekho….Kolkata ……””
humble tribute from Partha Ghosh to our beloved Kolkata, in Acrylic on paper

“বহে নিরন্তর অনন্তআনন্দধারা….” আমাদের ভালোবাসার কলকাতা, আমাদের প্রাণের কলকাতা My humble tribute to our very own Kolkata in watercolor on paper

Mother Nature is working from home. Please do not disturb it.
My dad’s latest acrylic on canvas. Do share thoughts: Payel

“FIND YOUR OWN LIGHT. “— Buddha My humble tribute in watercolor on paper

Kolkata’s old Tram Car.

Let our souls soar unbound on these wings ………….
hearty “SHUBHO NABABARSHA “ wishes in acrylic on canvas

Mother and daughter by charcoal and paper

Benares Ghat in mixed media – ink pen + watercolor

Canal by Watercolor on paper.

A convoy by Watercolor on paper.

Venerating Goddesses while being violent towards women is like nurturing a beautiful garden while setting your own
house on fire. Eventually, the garden dies too. Dad’s latest work in honor of Durga Puja in mixed medium.

Legend has it that Albert Einstein’s second wife fell in love with him, listening to him play the violin. Luckily dad didn’t have to work that hard to impress his wife, so he took the easier route in acrylic 🙂 Do share thoughts. p.s. this is my most favorite painting of his 🙂

“If you don’t fight for what you want, don’t cry for what you lost”- Lord Krishna in the Bhagavad Gita Dad wishes everyone a Happy Janmashtami (birth anniversary of Krishna). Do share thoughts 🙂

Fearing a sunstroke, my grandmother would not allow her kids to go play in the scorching afternoon, but my dad would still manage to sneak out! While most retired Calcuttans escape the angry heat with a siesta hugging their ‘kol baalish’ (bolster pillow) under a noisy ceiling fan, my dad is still that little rebel that sneaks out to play with his ink sketchbook 🙂 Do share thoughts on his latest work. Thank you xx #quietafternoon #oldcalcutta

I love sunsets. It reminds me of old people and the many dark days they’ve survived, the stormy seas they’ve rowed through and all the ominous clouds they’ve withstood through their journey to arrive at this gorgeous moment. (Sunset in acrylic)

Most people see a rainy day when they see this painting. But if you have some connection to Calcutta you immediately yearn for some khichuri and illish maach bhaja to go with. (Monsoon in acrylic)

Just like Lord Krishna vowed to reincarnate repeatedly to salvage humankind whenever needed, I am sure dad wishes to be reborn again and again as a painter in every birth 🙂 His latest depiction of Krishna in acrylic.

Painting in acrylic on canvas

Painting in acrylic on canvas

“Better than a thousand hollow words is one word that brings peace”- Buddha. In my case that word would be Dad 🙂 Here’s his latest work in soft pastel in honor of Buddha Purnima.

You are bound to get lost in Varanasi with its millions of chaotic lanes and by lanes. But then again you’ll probably find something along the way that your soul always searched for 🙂 Dad’s latest trip in watercolor. ‘Benaras Ghat’.

By Partha in pen work on paper. Busy crossing at Kolkata.

My humble tribute to ALL the WOMEN in the world …. “” mrinmoyee theke manabi “” …. charcoal on paper “” Shakti Rupeno sangsthita “”….:.

On quiet lazy afternoons in Calcutta, sometimes your siesta would be interrupted by the sounds of the cotton weavers on rooftops of stately houses, where proud families ensured the quality of their winter blankets by personally overseeing the process 🙂Dad’s latest in mixed medium ( charcoal and pastel).

“”Chorono dharite diyogo aamare …… “” …. my humble prayer to MY MASTER ….charcoal on paper

Merry Christmas, humble prayer in a charcoal paper.

Traffic in the city can be cumbersome, so Dad takes you sightseeing in Calcutta with ink, charcoal and a drizzle of watercolor 🙂 Do share thoughts…

Art can be quite deceptive. When you see the final performance, you can barely imagine the hours of struggle, frustration, pain, and grit that paved the way. Ask an artist and they’d gladly make that journey again and again. Dad’s latest ‘Ballerina’ in acrylic.

Sometimes it just takes a tiny light to ruin the densest darkness, one progressive mind to alter the course of humanity
forever and the love in one little heart to combat all the hatred in the world. Dad’s latest work in soft pastel for Diwali.

Where religion divides, art can unite. We just need to allow it. Dad’s latest in charcoal on paper

“If only we knew how to speak to animals, we wouldn’t need therapists. They love, they listen, they support and they don’t charge you by the hour.”  – a friend.  Dad’s latest in soft pastel on paper

Some twenty years ago, while looking at an Autumn sky: Me: Those clouds look like candy floss. Granny: No, they are all the old ladies in heaven drying out their hair after a trip to the salon! Me: Why does Goddess Durga have ten hands? Granny: Because she is a woman. Women are powerful and they can multi-task. Me: I want to be a Goddess when I grow up. Granny: You are already a Goddess. Every woman around you is a type of Goddess…loving, capable, hard-working, caring and talented. Always remember that. Here’s wishing my wise granny an amazing hair day at the heavenly salons 🙂 My dad’s latest artwork ‘Agomoni’,- the arrival of the Goddess.