The SPIRITUAL Artist

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Born in 1971, She was sent to art school as she was considered an introvert. She placed herself in a corner in order not to show her work; conscious, never happy with her paintings, she used to hide her works of art. She was inspired by Cora Abrahams and Nilanthi Weereratne-she was inspired by the conversations she had with them about art and books.(mysterious)

Anjalendran was a big fan especially during her early years, He sold a lot of her paintings during that time.

Cora Abrahms took her in as a special child, because her father was in the military. She especially liked TURNER; his paintings of landscapes and the sea — she thought his paintings very mysterious– She was given blank canvases by Cora who said, “Be Free, Druvinka. Be Free! Express yourself!

Druvinka showed exceptional control and hand movement. It was from there that her work went up on the walls and was exhibited in a small way.

She had her first solo exhibition at the Galadari Meridian. Arlene (her mum) and Druvinka organized an exhibition because she got a lot of Praise. She spent some time in Manchester, she submitted her portfolio of landscapes and was accepted (Manchester University, Portfolio of Landscapes. )

Graduated from Visaka, applied to Shanthineketan (got in and went) Why paint and make a living? “Because even if I have to be on the road I will try and make it” to the best of my ability. When she draws the character the essence comes through, other than a Photographic message. I cannot get rid of the innermost feelings even now. Soul, essence and skill. Unlike early on, she is  not at all inhibited by society or shyness.

Druvinka is spontaneous in her approach, to her art, never scared of pressing oil colour onto canvas until something comes up. She paints in layers.

“Shanthineketen showed me the truth; India, Incredible India. One cannot bullshit your way through. Out went cushioning, the comfort of Colombo – In India she confronted  reality;- Felt small. A nobody. So you have to make it work. A survivor. Classmates left me alone, batch mates never exhibited, but Druvinka had experience. She kept to herself gathering information (an introvert) she didn’t know anything, spoke when she knew the answers. Druvinka is now secure in her art.—Bodh and a few others, made up a group called “We are International 1998.” They Projected their work onto city walls, trees.

At Shanthineketen; where she met her husband, Bodh, a super artist and teacher, who controlled her totally.

You are a great artist, I think you should work” You are a working artist, Bodh criticized her work, made her work, to make it better. She exhibited at the Lionel Wendt in 1995 and 1996. Druvinka Is competent in pottery, sculpture, printmaking, textile design, painting, History of art, Western, Far eastern, and Indian.

Druvinka chose to exhibit at Gallery 706 in 1996 where she showed her Embryo series. This was soon followed by:

  • Refugee series
  • Karmic forces,
  • Rising
  • Lingam
  • Beneath beyond

 

For Druvinka the Process is crucial. She paints on raw canvas, Bamboo paper,  and rice paper which all get incorporated on her. She paints on big themes therefore her paintings are large. The largest is. 15ft * 6ft.

Today, she paints on 1*1 canvases and paper but only for practical reasons. Even though the work is small, the concepts are big.

 

  • Magic
  • Tantric

 

Without the darkness there is no light, Dark and light work together, however dark, eventually light comes out, however much you play with dark, the dark is only used for light to come out. The light has to come.. .Think Leonard Cohen: There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.

 

I have learnt through my Sadana how to keep nothing inside, only the moment of being, so it’s becoming childlike, wisdom with no knowledge, It’s not possible to connect with the spirit world without being empty.

 

I now no longer paint but only my body is used as an instrument for channeling from above, to canvas, so whatever appears is original and a message.

Pathal means the underworld… one of the three worlds

Sadana is sacrificing certain things in life and sitting in meditation till you achieve something that you were searching for. Tantra is `connected to dark and light and represents the cycle of life, which is called: Samsara. Whatever Druvinka indulges in comes out in her paintings.

The 5 elements: water, earth, sky, fire and air, this is the magic and god. That’s what we are made of; in illusionary world. The universal truth is Satyam, Shivom, and Sundaram.

Satyam means truth, Shivom is never dying soul, and Sundaram is the beauty of it all.

The spiritual and happy artist; DRUVINKA.

 

 

Nazreen Sansoni as told to by Druvinka.

December 2017

 

 

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Werewolf in Nuwara Eliya

That night in Nuwara Eliya
When Dom and I stumbled
Into the Grand, we had just re-met
And every moment was precious.
It took us ten minutes to find the bar
It was cold for Nuwara eliya and we
Needed a drink, desperately.
A single malt for Dom and a Port
For me. This was in 1993,

I turned towards the barman to place our order
And stopped, shocked. Next to us was the most
Extraordinary man I had ever seen, he was approx.
7ft tall. His ears were pointy, nearly as large as his head
A beard that tapered to a degree
His sideburns, thick, wide, designed
Angled to his mouth
A sweet smile. It was disconcerting.
Basically, your friendly neighborhood werewolf.
He bought us a round of drinks and
Seemed very glad to meet us.
We drank with him up to a point.

Said our goodbyes
And staggered outside into a sea
Of mist. It must have been midnight
the moon was full.
Shining bright with light
To show us the way
To the car-
we drunkenly
Drove the windy
Road back to the club.

Quietly distressed by the
Meeting of the man
Who looked like a wolf.

 

N.S.

June 2017

 

Machine I loved

A low slung Volks

turbo charged, fast

(naturally)

did 130 miles on

the Arugumbay

Moneragala road

‘A poor man’s porsche’

my friend said.

Leonard Cohen crooning

as we looked

at the mountains

whizzing by

light poured in

the driver seat

comfortable enough to

race in.

I down shifted to third

then, back to fourth, fifth

as we turned the corner

on two wheels

the car did a one eighty

and smashed against

the hillside

we poured out

stunned, bruised, bleeding

we were ok

the car ok, too

German engineering

I thought

I loved this car

I was biased

Thank god we weren’t

driving the Prius.

NS FEB 13, 2017

a noble guest

I know you know
where love lies
not in hearts that are heavy
with depression
or some malaise
but in the soul underneath
the heavy trappings of emotion
waiting
to be released
if only for a moment
to kiss your face

*a longer version of this poem was written as”for Dom 24.07. 2009′ and posted on another blog.