A story of resilience, hope, and the courage to keep creating. Inspired by life’s seasons, this metaphorical tale reflects the beauty of planting seeds of kindness, trusting that they will bloom in their own time.
There was once a woman who carried a small pouch of seeds wherever she went. People laughed because they never saw her harvest anything. They only saw her kneeling on empty ground, planting another seed
Storms came. Some washed the seeds away. Winters buried them beneath frozen soil. Even those she loved sometimes walked past the fields without noticing her work. Still, she planted
Years passed
The woman no longer counted the seeds she had lost. Instead, she learned to love the act of planting itself
One spring morning, tiny flowers began to appear, not in one place, but in many. Some bloomed beside distant roads she had almost forgotten. Others blossomed in the hearts of strangers who never knew her name
Then she realized something. She had never been growing flowers. She had been growing herself
Like a river carving through stone, she had become stronger without making a sound. And one day, people looked at the garden and called it an overnight success
Only the woman knew that every flower had once been a lonely seed planted through tears
She smiled. Life had become easy. She had become the garden she had been searching for
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I left these little paintings, each with a few words of wisdom, on the plane, two for my fellow passengers and one for the pilot. If the pilot eventually receives it, it would make me very happy. This was on an Emirates flight as I was returning home from London.I left these handmade watercolor bookmarks in the lounge of the student studio where we stayed in London, with a little note inviting anyone to take one if they wished.
This story is a metaphor for my own journey.
Through Jian Bird Creates, I have chosen to keep creating, no matter where life takes me. I carry my sketchbook when I travel, paint in cafés, parks, museums, airports, trains, and corners of unfamiliar cities, and sometimes leave my little paintings behind for strangers to find
I never know who will notice them, cherish them, or simply walk past them, and that’s perfectly alright
For me, the joy has never been in being seen. It has always been in creating, sharing kindness, and trusting that every small act of beauty finds its way to someone who needs it
Wouldn’t it be nice… To arrive with something Made by hand A page where colors once Listened to your breath … A small painting carrying a piece of your day Not bought, but felt, and gently given …
Wouldn’t it be nice… To gift a folded note, written slowly With words that sat beside Your heart for a while Ink becoming warmth in Someone else’s hands A letter that lingers longer Than any object …
Wouldn’t it be nice… To bring a pressed flower From a walk you loved Held between pages like a Secret of the earth A moment of stillness Wrapped in paper A memory, passed from you to them …
Wouldn’t it be nice… To offer a jar filled with tiny intentions Little lines of hope, of courage, of light So on heavy days, they can open one And find you there, in a sentence …
Wouldn’t it be nice… If our gifts carried pieces of our presence Instead of things that fade Without a story .. A drawing, a word, a fragment of soul Simple, and somehow, enough …
The cosmos is within us The dance is absolutely amazing Abundantly fabulous …
Imagination is great For the knowledge we possess The inner child returns to find A new era of time … Becoming a wild free soul, fabulous …
The soul has the rhyme From the time it’s born … Listen to the Talisman of your own, Daydreaming in this cosmic energy, Travelling to the worlds, fabulous …
Let the universe find The questions you have, The answers you need – All are dwelling inside Waiting for a spark to Find its magic, fabulously powerful … A new pathway to excellence…
You belong to the mysterious space Your dreams are coming back to you There’s a song called cosmic abyss From the beginning to eternity The eternal flame, that’s fabulous …
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Jijivisha/ hindi (n.) jijivisha is the intense desire to live (or continue living) in the highest sense of being …
A humble video of JBC Paintings Prints on white ambush A4 paper (300gsm).
I put my heart and soul into my work, and I have lost my mind in the process. -Vincent Willem Van Gogh
It is true for each of my creative works. My paintings have its stories and often they echo my deep-rooted emotions and deep talk with myself. I live in each of its stories and moments of creativity.
So here I so very wish to share my stories of two paintings with you all.
A Tale of Twin Paintings
Finally Falguni has the other twin painting tittle ‘Hope Shines’. I am super happy that she has chosen this one. And then there the first twin painting titled ‘Follow the Soothing Breeze, Here’ already owned by my daughter …
Why am I saying this two paintings as ‘TWIN PAINTINGS’?
Because I painted this two paintings simultaneously, keeping them side by side using only one art paper, dividing them with masking tapes. And they both have the same wavelengths I felt at the time I was painting them. While I was working on this Twins, during their creative process, colouring, taking pauses, brushing, re-brushing, stroking the brushes here and there, I remember I was contemplating on various things, specially doing meaningful purposeful work for the rest of my life. A purpose greater than life itself. Many a times I felt discouraged and demotivated, but never ever I felt lost as to what next. I’ve been always having different ideas to move forward in life. Never look back what I couldn’t, but moving forward what I can. Just like the titles of the Twin Paintings, I have been following a Soothing Breeze instilled in my heart all my life keeping my ‘Hope’ Shines throughout this life’s journey so far ….
Amazing, na?
Now I’m so glad that one twin painting is with my little sister-friend Falguni, and the other twin has its permanent residence at my dear daughter’s far away homesweethome.
When I first shared the two paintings after seemingly finishing them with my daughter, she immediately asked me to keep the ‘Follow the Soothing Breeze Here’ painting for her. I just loved the urgency to book the painting for herself. So I did keep it aside for her, happily. Last time I visited NY, I took that painting for her home there. She has already few of my paintings at her home. Now all the people come to visit her place, they ask her about the paintings and she feels so proud to let them know, ‘My mom is an artist. These are her paintings.’ She has been my very own cheerleader from the day I started the painting journey in 2020. And from then onwards, I listened to her many suggestions for my Jian Bird Creates and my painting journey. She absolutely adores my creative style of living and specially this journey inspires her to follow the soothing breeze deep inside her loving beautiful heart for herself.
Now ‘Hope Shines’ had lost its Twin and was alone, passing its days with other dazzling paintings around it. One day Falguni came at my Fund raising event ‘Meet & Greet’ for love and light. She walked through my small Jian Bird Gallery, and there she found her ‘Hope Shines’. As definitely always her hope shines through all the ups and downs of life’s tragic and unexpected happenings and yet she continues to shine ✨ For that reason or some other, she decided to own the ‘Hope Shines’ …
For an artist, the canvas is his life, breath and philosophy. So when someone owns their artwork or creative piece, and genuinely wants to keep those with them, I as an artist consider it as honor. I feel they can relate to the piece as I do. And for most of my artworks, I had this conversational experience to tell a story or to evoke an emotion. And there are some who wants me to attach the story with it. I feel it’s a complete connection, from soul to soul.
Now I know my very first TWIN paintings will always remain as their beloved treasures at their soul-home wherever they go. They are themselves two amazing souls in the beautiful Earth, self-made, selfless and strong.
Lastly, I just want to say to ALL of you; Never forget. Hope shines only for those who believe.
Thanks, kindly, for stopping by and reading this long note from me.
Roksana Tales 