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Pratima Roy usually uses oil paints to do her painting. She uses the three famous techniques of oil painting: Chiaroscuro, Scumbling, and Alla Prima. 

  • Chiaroscuro is the technique that highlights the dark and light aspects of a painting. It gives the painting a dramatic look which enhances the realisticness in the painting. 

  • Scumbling on the other hand gives texture to the painting. A soft layer of opaque paint is applied with a dry and stiff brush. Ultimately creating gorgeous textures.

  • Alla Prima is a technique when you paint in layers without the layers drying, this creates an authentic and unique look for the paintings.

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The world was a cruel place to those who defy it,
She knew that if she ever went against it. She will find cruelness in every place she comes across.
It was both a miracle and a curse that she found a companion to rely on.
A miracle, as she could share her struggles, her sorrows, and her triumph.
A curse, as she has to watch the world be cruel to another who is different.

“And she sat on her own
Waiting for the world to follow on
She glimpsed into the future
It was black and white
Hope shining in the greyness of the light
The only color she saw, was 
The pretty flower and her own burning pride”

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Here, she has used Alla Prima and Chiaroscuro techniques. The shading and the contrast of light hit differently and quite beautifully to give off a shinning and unique effect to the painting.

Most of Pratima Roy’s paintings are of the scenes of the past she has lived through, the rustic and homey village scenes she depicted in her painting are of the places she has been in. Through her painting she tells a story she has lived through, or a story she tries to weave in her works. If the story touched the hearts of the viewer then she believes that her works have come to value.

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“The woman in blue,

The men in black

Shades of white but never the dark

Here she comes

With her righteous love

Would she fall?

Would she rise above?”

Here’s another example of her using the techniques: Scumbling and Alla Prima.

 

The texture of this painting is coarse to touch as she had used the Scumbling method, giving it that more life and rarity in its portrayal.

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Banish Air from Air -

Divide Light if you dare -

They'll meet

While Cubes in a Drop

Or Pellets of Shape

Fit -

Films cannot annul

Odors return whole

Force Flame

And with a Blonde push

Over your impotence

Flits Steam.

 

- By Emily Dickinson

Art thou abroad on this stormy night

on thy journey of love, my friend?

The sky groans like one in despair.

 

I have no sleep tonight.

Ever and again I open my door and look out on

the darkness, my friend!

 

I can see nothing before me.

I wonder where lies thy path!

 

By what dim shore of the ink-black river,

by what far edge of the frowning forest,

through what mazy depth of gloom art thou threading

thy course to come to me, my friend?  

 

                                                                           By - Rabindranath Tagore

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Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

- by Robertt Frost

“There are few I will share the pain with
There are few I will emerge this dissonance with
There are few I will partake in love with
There are few who knows me
There are few who might remember me 
Even after I die 
And beyond my grave,
They will remember me as their life-long companion”

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“In the shades of blue she was born
In the shades of blue she grew
When she became a woman
People told her to be of more color
She never knew who to be
If not in the shades of blue
So she grew herself in blue
But not in the shades of melancholy 
but the color of the sky
The color of the ocean
She grew in freedom 
She grew in contradiction 
In the color blue she grew”

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

- by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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