My Home In Kerala. Every Pebbles, Plants, And Bricks Are So Wet With Our Love And The Monsoons.

My Home in Kerala. Every pebbles, plants, and bricks are so wet with our love and the monsoons. 

Building A-1 : Sometimes i feel it doesn't make any sense, then it seems something is really on the paper, again pushing it so hard forward, i struggle myself to complete every skeletal pillars of this sketch.. i don't know where it will end..

Kerala, On the Journals and the journeys.

Why do i need love, When there's an endless world beyond my balcony?

The Raw Artist & The Story of Some Papers - Someone asked me, "Being raw, untrained, how do you do sketches?" The answer wasn't that simple. Because every time i did a sketch, it varied the way i do it from time to time. This sketch, that i did in an hour, was first outlined with a flat, dull pencil, and then sharpened the lines with a pin-point ball pen until the other side of the paper started getting thin and torn, and after filling up the interstices, i made a sharp tea for myself, and poured most of it onto the paper than having it. It changes the color of the paper, and makes the sketch dim from the sharpness of the pin-point pen i used. Everything then starts looking beautiful; this is what i am born with, that i wouldn't be able to change even if i get trained in sketching. And i said to him, "This is what a raw artist does."

Guilherme Kramer