tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77384855801271529302011-07-30T21:11:25.276-07:00Satyam Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15979662459940533696noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738485580127152930.post-88637302141561601902009-11-02T07:46:00.000-08:002009-11-02T07:53:19.297-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pFnTUus0-LE/Su7_mbd1EDI/AAAAAAAAABw/TVCf5rfL1w4/s1600-h/IMG_0707.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pFnTUus0-LE/Su7_mbd1EDI/AAAAAAAAABw/TVCf5rfL1w4/s320/IMG_0707.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399534038936784946" /></a><br />Natraj- the dancing God! what an idea! But India has conceived of Lord Shiva in a dancing posture! The entire creation is bubbling up from his rhythmic dance.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7738485580127152930-8863730214156160190?l=guptasatyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Satyam Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15979662459940533696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738485580127152930.post-30954594855173226722009-11-02T05:03:00.000-08:002009-11-02T05:22:23.132-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pFnTUus0-LE/Su7cKyTwyrI/AAAAAAAAABo/guMooJ_kSNc/s1600-h/IMG_0709.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pFnTUus0-LE/Su7cKyTwyrI/AAAAAAAAABo/guMooJ_kSNc/s320/IMG_0709.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399495081125268146" /></a><br />Jealous of the flute that is engaging Krishna all the while Radha cannot contain herself. Love for Krishna is flowing from the depth of Radha's heart but Krishna is oblivious of that. Probably Radha cannot tolerate it. Eventually she succeeds in snatching away the little flute from the lips of Krishna and expresses her anger. But her anger has also got a hidden expression of love.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7738485580127152930-3095459485517322672?l=guptasatyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Satyam Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15979662459940533696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738485580127152930.post-36106217441219406452009-07-21T07:59:00.000-07:002009-07-21T08:07:48.291-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pFnTUus0-LE/SmXZtTBs1eI/AAAAAAAAABg/M2w1EF-GBoQ/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pFnTUus0-LE/SmXZtTBs1eI/AAAAAAAAABg/M2w1EF-GBoQ/s320/Picture+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360930303679190498" /></a><br />"The beauty of a sunset is <br /><br />a splendour to behold<br /><br />Sometimes the sky's afire<br /><br />with tints of red and gold. "<br />Through this painting I have <br />tried to show this splendid <br />beauty of sunset.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7738485580127152930-3610621744121940645?l=guptasatyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Satyam Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15979662459940533696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738485580127152930.post-67885073423384581092009-01-14T06:32:00.000-08:002009-01-14T06:47:04.746-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pFnTUus0-LE/SW36xbw7ZPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/L92JB8YafU8/s1600-h/Picture+038.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pFnTUus0-LE/SW36xbw7ZPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/L92JB8YafU8/s320/Picture+038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291160864403711218" /></a><br />Kashmir - a paradise on earth- is laden with exquisite beauty. Its beauty is manifesting itself not only through its landscapes, mountains, rivulets and babbling brooks but also through myriads of living beings. Delicate beauty, fragrance, sweetness fairness and indescriptable freshness of Kashmir Valley mingle and bloom in the form of a Kashmiri Girl with a load of faggot tied to her back.<br /><br />This painting of mine depicts this freshness of the Kashmiri girl.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7738485580127152930-6788507342338458109?l=guptasatyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Satyam Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15979662459940533696noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7738485580127152930.post-16264643877352894192009-01-13T10:18:00.000-08:002009-11-02T08:01:55.950-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pFnTUus0-LE/Su8BkrpLsqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/gzR2fWoTP-8/s1600-h/IMG_0710.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pFnTUus0-LE/Su8BkrpLsqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/gzR2fWoTP-8/s320/IMG_0710.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399536207942890146" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Rustic beauty has its unique savour. A village girl and that also in the prime of her youth-natural, simple, unassuming engaged in household chores with big pots on both sides in hands can easily steal the heart of any passerby. In this painting I have tried to capture this simple yet unmatchable beauty.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7738485580127152930-1626464387735289419?l=guptasatyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Satyam Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15979662459940533696noreply@blogger.com3