Vikas V. Patnekar

Within ‘Reflections,’ the surface shimmers, revealing not just what is, but what could be. A silent conversation between the seen and unseen.

In Belgaum’s embrace, winter arrives not with snow, but a soft hush, transforming familiar landscapes into tranquil dreams.

Splashes of crimson, gold, and sapphire dance across the canvas, reflecting the festival’s playful energy. This painting is a kaleidoscope of celebration, embodying the infectious delight of Holi.

Where ripples embrace and the current offers solace, a haven in the liquid world, beneath the surface, a silent sanctuary, found within water’s gentle embrace.

A Sun warmed and a dappled shade, where cool water whispers through the glade. Emrald banks and  gleam, a tranquil moment a walking dream. The air hangs heavy, humid and sweet, as painted birds on branches meet, by the stream, a quiet retreat.

Morning walk in the whispering leaves, a silent tread, where dawn’s soft breath, the woods have spread. Each painted path, a fresh delight, as morning’s canvas, fades the night. Pale sunlight streaks through painted trees, a hush descends, a gentle breeze.

Watercolour whispers, capturing a moment of pure, feathred delight. A vibrant dance of wings, painted in the ecstasy of the sky, where colour meets emotion, birds ascend in a watercolour dream.

Dance of light, a symphony of of hues, where sunlight gleams, a vibrant dance, a fleeting dreams. Shadows sway, a silent ballet, as light and dark their stories tell. Golden rays on canvas bright, a fleeting dance, a joyful sight, through vibrant strokes, the light takes flight, a mesmerizing dazzling sight.

The bustle of dwan, the vibrant hues of the catch and the thrill of the auction captured in ‘Morning auction at the Wharf’. Witness the dance of light and shadow on the wharf in my painting, each brushstroke tells a story of the day’s first trade. From the first rays of sunrise to the lively calls of the auction, ‘Morning auction at the whraf’, immortalizes a fleeting moment of the coastal life.

When silver skies meet the softened hues, a tranquil hush, the rain subdues. Earth breathes anew, in gentle light. The storm has passed the air is clean, a world reborn, in gentle mist. ‘Calm after rains’ a tranquil space.