Multidisciplinary artist, bolder and stronger with each successive artwork. Painting, performance art, video art, writing, storytelling. BFA, NAS, Sydney.
Today I broke down because I’m doing well. So fucking well. For someone who has a number of mental health diagnoses and a history of surviving some very difficult things. So well. Holding everything up and creating an identity for myself, despite everything. So fucking well.
My life is not complicated, it is simple and I have no interest in making it anything other than what it is. I said goodbye to him and he said, “I hope you will change your mind.” I said, “I won’t. Bye.” End of story, rant, and thread.
Ok, so I’ve honestly been struggling a lot. After a few hours of crying in bed and no sleep, I made this. I’m happy now, as I managed to express myself effortlessly.
‘Flesh’, available, INR 70K.
Please RT to help my expression, my struggles, my love find a new home.
When I expressed to him what I felt, he told me that it was complicated. And I was like, bhai, your relationship and life are complicated, why do you want to make someone else’s life miserable because of it. He apologised and said that he understood.
Clearing out my studio space, so selling these pebbles I painted at a special price of INR 150 for the small ones and INR 300 for the large ones. Shipping extra. Please DM if interested.
Somewhere along the way, our long conversation reminded me of the pop psychology study which says that if you ask each other a certain list of intriguing and personal questions, you will fall in love.
Clearly, our conversations had been more than just friendly. It was a date situation rather than a networking or friendly situation, and I was surprised at how much time he had in the world to check on me every few days even though he had a partner!
Finally, he answered my question with a sigh. He said that he hates answering that question, because it kills possible conversations. As it turned out, he has a partner! I joined my hands and said I’m sorry, but I have not even an iota of interest in going on a date with him.
I am making 41 little artworks in celebration of the 41 gentlemen who made it out of the collapsed tunnel after 17 days. I really want these to be sent to each of the 41 men. Twitter, please connect me with an individual or organisation that’s in touch with them. Please RT 🙏
I declined to meet him. Nevertheless, he didn’t seem to mind and he would consistently drop into my DM’s every few days to check on how I was going. Eventually, I started to appreciate more how he always took out the time to talk to me, even though we had never met.
Now, the way our messages had gone, this was clearly a date situation as against a friendly meeting. But this had never been stated. And so, I just happened to ask him if he had a partner. Of course, I knew from the beginning that this was a stupid question, but I asked anyway.
Soon, I asked him if he was still keen on meeting, and he excitedly replied yes! We started talking of how we can meet for coffee, but eventually get together to play table tennis, or tennis, etc. There was much to look forward to, and I was finally starting to get interested.
To my surprise, he went on to talk about other things, ignoring my question. I asked again and once again, he ignored. Finally, I became insistent. “Do you have a partner?” I enquired.
A few weeks ago, I wasn’t in a place where I was up to meeting a lot of people. I wasn’t exactly meeting old friends either, so I could not be bothered to put in the effort to meet someone new.
The profound peace of not having to go anywhere, not having to be more than what I am. To dance for the joy and not to become a dancer. To cook without worrying about becoming a chef. To learn a language without ever knowing why or how it may be applied. To live, to simply live.
The first person to teach me how to hold a brush when I was just a child, was my mother. I remember looking at her large paintings for hours on end, being inspired. I am happy to report that mum is loving creating once again!
I present to you Manju Nayar, the artist. These
Picasso was an asshole. Monet was mean. And Gauguin was hardly human.
I long for the day we celebrate artists not just for their art, but also for how they were as human beings. A good heart is rarer than immense talent.
Hello friends, I have been painting pebbles while taking breaks from painting larger canvases. Do follow my new insta account: Oh and you can buy them too! Please RT and spread the word!
In order to be in a fruitful relationship, you don’t just have to like the person you’re with. You also have to like the person you are when you are with them.
My problem is that I don’t act like I’ve sold 80 paintings, held in public and private collections around the globe, won an award, a grant, been invited for exhibitions- solo and group, and have two bachelors degrees and one diploma.
And people still think that I’m starting out.
@nandhinihere
Yes, I’m so glad for that! There are people who lie and pretend for long periods of time. I’m just baffled how he had so much time for conversations beyond his relationship.
Tag all the unbelievably strong women you know.
My guess is, we would end up tagging all the women in the world.
For being a woman is synonymous with being strong.