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Happy Saturday my dear kind fellows . My abstract painting .

Mixed media art. Acrylic, watercolor and color pencils .

My butter swan with homemade butter .

I wanted to sculpt something that could be interesting and not much difficult as a beginner . So I came up with that idea of making a swan . Butter being white was naturally helpful. In the molding process , I had to place the butter in the freezer every now and then. It was my first sculpture of butter so far. 😃😁

Happy Saturday! Peace be with you

An acrylic portrait of my late cat sallu. He was bubbly and playful. Invited everyone to have a play fight. Even me. He had a wonderful lovely life. He lies buried near my western window. From there I look at his place. In the backdrop of time, I can see past present, and future fusing their borders. He achieved the milestone that’s at some distance from me. 🙏🙏🙏”Love you forever sallu. ” your amber eyes still glow at my heart. You graced the walls of our home. Since you left the walls are not that beautiful but life is ok 😍🤩”

He was the son of my cat Alex. Apart from Alex, he had only my love. On earth, among humans he is remembered and cherished only by me. I celebrate the lives of all my cats. 😀😃😄

My mixed media art from 2018. Added more years and colors &Touched again today.

Roses have long stories to tell. 🥺🙏🙏🌹🥀🌺🌼🌻🌷🌸💐💮

Happy Sunday my dear kind fellows.

Watercolor minimalist line art. This one I did last winter.

Happy Wednesday my dear kind fellows. God bless you all. 💮🌹🌸🥀💐🌼🌳🌷

My acrylic and gel pen painting.

Happy Friday my dear kind fellows. God bless you all.

My acrylic painting ” abstract flowers”

Happy Sunday to you my kind fellows. Have a beautiful day. Peace be with all.

My mix media painting from imagination. One of my early paintings with a lot of mistakes. But I still love it.

LUNA, The Mountain Witch: art & poem by Ruqia Ismat

loved by many and hated by some

Mumbling a magic under her tongue

Hexes her abusers ,treats her patients

Smile on her lips , stirs in the pot

Summons some ghosts and ties a knot

If you have a fever , she has the answer

In her bowl lies an enormous power

The curse is certain with fumes on potion

Ancient spells set all the faeries in motion

Spirits and demons are here to scare

She dances in the forest with feet so bare

Red is her skirt and long is her hair

If you ever doubt , would you go near ?

Choice is all yours, love her or fear

Empty is your heart but eyes have a glare

Don’t you ever judge , she is a slayer!

My mix media artwork in 2019. The sleeping witch