Kieran's Art

 The consummate artist   Artwork and original poem by Kieran Gonsalves (c) 2026, shout out to the many artists who push themselves for the sheer love of their craft The curtain call is over, the crowds have gone home, she sits alone… A deep sense of gratitude washes over her, she can feel it in her bones The love for her craft keeps her going, even when there's no ones watching. She understands she must play the game, her producers need to hear ka-ching She also knows the thrill of doing a job well, and gives it her all every time Somewhere in the audience, a young girl's making memories of a lifetime That's how the torch is quietly passed on from one generation to the next We all need a role model who inspires us to strive daily to reach our apex

Study in Negative Painting   Artwork and original poem by Kieran Gonsalves (c) 2026, as I continue exploring watercoloring techniques The process of carving out shapes by painting the background  Building depth so the object pops out by coloring all around The tight flower buds bloom to reveal gently tinged petals I chose Payne’s Grey so that the shadow and shape settles I let the entire work evolve on a blank page as color and water mixed Knowing when to let go is important so the ethos doesn’t get nixed

 Study in Contours and Perception   Artwork and original poem by Kieran Gonsalves (c) 2026, as I continue to explore nuances of watercolor painting I came across a striking artwork of a blue ceramic bowl containing fish. A striking composition of silvery smelt snug in the contours of the dish!  The curvature of the blue lines lend a sense of volume and depth. Overlapping fish randomly stacked give a perspective of added breadth! The way the surfaces diffuse or reflect light is so fascinating. The glazed dish diffuses colors while the silvery fish are animating. The shadow of the bowl adds another dimension to the art! I had fun painting it and hope you liked taking it apart

 Reality check   Artwork and pensive poem by Kieran Gonsalves (c) 2026, bemoaning the manmade disaster_ There's something unhinged in the Western Wing, no one seems in charge Ranting and raving the Mad Hatter lies audaciously to everyone at large Disjointed policy statements tweeted in all caps are tangled in knots Half way around the world, incendiary bombs driven by AI take pot shots Time for a reality check, open the windows and let some fresh air inside Cool the overheated testosterone egos, and let common sense be the guide Listen to the voice of wisdom, learn from the hubris of history's mistakes When you find yourself in a hole, stop digging and put an end to heartbreaks

 Quick Sumi-E Ink Sketch   Loose Sumi-E ink artwork and original ode to the dragonfly by Kieran Gonsalves (c) 2026 Let me introduce you to the percher dragonfly - scanning the skies for prey The hapless victim is brought down in mere seconds, no getting away Today’s ink wash took me less than a minute, anything more won’t do They are fiercely territorial and rivals they’ll chase away and hotly pursue Today’s a hot day and it keeps its body erect to radiate heat quickly Being cold blooded they monitor their temperature rather strictly Honed over millions of years, they have a 95% success rate  Any flies or bugs unlucky to spot one knows it’s already too late

 A Beacon of Hope   Original artwork and pensive poem by Kieran. Gonsalves (c) 2026, cautiously optimistic for the end to the senseless war Sometimes the sheer insanity and greed seems so overwhelming that we get numb How can anyone be so stupid to start something without a plan - that’s plain dumb!! Then when things go so awry the Mad Hatter watching the wheels fall off, calls ceasefire But by then the genie is out of the bottle, countless innocent lives destroyed in the pyre Like a beacon from a lighthouse the lull unleashes a renewed hope for return of normality But one must be cautious, lest oversized egos scuttle any peace deal sans any rationality  Here’s praying that better sense prevail and that men of strong character do the right thing Will they ever realise that in war for everyone who thinks he’s a winners, millions feel the sting