Mustard field in rain--MC
Mustard fields are a painter’s delight. The breathtaking combination of glorious yellow flowers on a green plant are in a way Nature’s cliché that never fails to captivate.
Throughout the late 1980s and early 1990s I used to visit Punjab regularly as part of my reporting responsibilities. I would often take a private taxi late in the evening after finishing day’s work and reach Punjab at dawn. The sight of the state’s famous mustard fields coming alive being caressed by the gentle winter sunrays has remained etched in my mind nearly three decades hence.
It is routine for me to wake up with fully formed verses in Hindi/Urdu/Gujarati. However in an unusual first, early yesterday morning I was woken up by an almost fully formed image of a mustard field in rain. That was around 4 a.m. As I always do with poetry born spontaneously , which I write down immediately no matter what time of the night, I did with the image of a mustard field in rain. Being out of paint and other supplies for quite sometime, I turned to the app Fresh Paint to make a quick representation of what I had seen.
The image that I had seen had rain falling like innumerable rapiers with the mustard field in the backdrop looking slightly blurred.
The result is the work above. It is now available on my Fine Art America page.
