Subhashini Chandramani
@neelavanam.bsky.social
Botanical artist☘️ Breathing life into art with flowers, twigs and all things green☘️ Bangalore tree-hugger🌳 Gardening column in Deccan Herald- http://bit.ly/396whyS
Blog- https://www.neelavanam.com
Blog- https://www.neelavanam.com
A Broken-Leaf Geometer moth, Gonodontis Pallida. Seeing it for the first time.
March 19, 2025 at 4:45 AM
A Broken-Leaf Geometer moth, Gonodontis Pallida. Seeing it for the first time.
Poodle!
Felt happy creating this art. When I saw the daisies I had a different idea. But the moment I placed them on the table, poodle eyes laughed at me.
#botanicalart #illustration #nature
Felt happy creating this art. When I saw the daisies I had a different idea. But the moment I placed them on the table, poodle eyes laughed at me.
#botanicalart #illustration #nature
February 25, 2025 at 3:34 PM
Poodle!
Felt happy creating this art. When I saw the daisies I had a different idea. But the moment I placed them on the table, poodle eyes laughed at me.
#botanicalart #illustration #nature
Felt happy creating this art. When I saw the daisies I had a different idea. But the moment I placed them on the table, poodle eyes laughed at me.
#botanicalart #illustration #nature
Spring is here.
January 18, 2025 at 8:19 AM
Spring is here.
Color transition of Confederate Rose.
January 10, 2025 at 1:33 PM
Color transition of Confederate Rose.
The heart of a lotus leaf opening itself to the world- slowly and steadily.
January 3, 2025 at 1:56 AM
The heart of a lotus leaf opening itself to the world- slowly and steadily.
Water Chestnut bulls.
December 29, 2024 at 1:18 PM
Water Chestnut bulls.
Sabarmati Ashram-
Where light plays with dark
Wind plays with leaves
The ripples of Sabarmati
a soft murmur.
Students descend from a bus,
run through the corridors.
Bachchon, look at the Mahatma,
the teacher shouts.
The behenji’s sweep the gathered dust with long handled mop,
History remains.
Where light plays with dark
Wind plays with leaves
The ripples of Sabarmati
a soft murmur.
Students descend from a bus,
run through the corridors.
Bachchon, look at the Mahatma,
the teacher shouts.
The behenji’s sweep the gathered dust with long handled mop,
History remains.
December 20, 2024 at 6:38 AM
Sabarmati Ashram-
Where light plays with dark
Wind plays with leaves
The ripples of Sabarmati
a soft murmur.
Students descend from a bus,
run through the corridors.
Bachchon, look at the Mahatma,
the teacher shouts.
The behenji’s sweep the gathered dust with long handled mop,
History remains.
Where light plays with dark
Wind plays with leaves
The ripples of Sabarmati
a soft murmur.
Students descend from a bus,
run through the corridors.
Bachchon, look at the Mahatma,
the teacher shouts.
The behenji’s sweep the gathered dust with long handled mop,
History remains.
December 11, 2024 at 5:30 AM
December 7, 2024 at 7:10 AM
Backwaters of KRS Reservoir, Mysore.
December 5, 2024 at 2:13 PM
Backwaters of KRS Reservoir, Mysore.
December 1, 2024 at 5:22 PM
November 28, 2024 at 4:37 PM
A Persimmon fledgling.
I tasted the fruit for the first time. It was not loaded with sweetness but it was good. I loved the leaves on the top and thought it looked like a fledgling waiting for its mom to bring food. Just put the fruit skin together to create this.
Do you like the fruit?
I tasted the fruit for the first time. It was not loaded with sweetness but it was good. I loved the leaves on the top and thought it looked like a fledgling waiting for its mom to bring food. Just put the fruit skin together to create this.
Do you like the fruit?
November 28, 2024 at 2:59 AM
A Persimmon fledgling.
I tasted the fruit for the first time. It was not loaded with sweetness but it was good. I loved the leaves on the top and thought it looked like a fledgling waiting for its mom to bring food. Just put the fruit skin together to create this.
Do you like the fruit?
I tasted the fruit for the first time. It was not loaded with sweetness but it was good. I loved the leaves on the top and thought it looked like a fledgling waiting for its mom to bring food. Just put the fruit skin together to create this.
Do you like the fruit?
If you take the NICE road to Banerghatta from Mysore Road you can see swathes of fresh fountain grass on either side for a stretch of nearly two kilometres. A feast to the eyes. #Bangalore #naturalists 🌱
November 27, 2024 at 4:30 PM
If you take the NICE road to Banerghatta from Mysore Road you can see swathes of fresh fountain grass on either side for a stretch of nearly two kilometres. A feast to the eyes. #Bangalore #naturalists 🌱
Winter morning~
warming its heels
on stone~ an Eggfly
warming its heels
on stone~ an Eggfly
November 27, 2024 at 3:32 AM
Winter morning~
warming its heels
on stone~ an Eggfly
warming its heels
on stone~ an Eggfly
Very often I bring diverse things together to create art. The wings are banana stem, an acacia seed pod and Impatien flowers. #botanicalart #gardenart
November 25, 2024 at 9:50 AM
Very often I bring diverse things together to create art. The wings are banana stem, an acacia seed pod and Impatien flowers. #botanicalart #gardenart
Hi 👋, in this month’s column on Gardening, I answer a reader’s query on composting and explain the risks of growing Nerium Oleander and other toxic plants in your balcony.
November 24, 2024 at 7:22 AM
Hi 👋, in this month’s column on Gardening, I answer a reader’s query on composting and explain the risks of growing Nerium Oleander and other toxic plants in your balcony.
The throbbing veins of youthful leaves.
November 24, 2024 at 5:52 AM
The throbbing veins of youthful leaves.
I gingerly step into the garden,
hoping not to wake the plants from slumber. The nip in the air feels like November. Parakeets on the dying tree nibble on dry fibres like old stories. A butterfly flies in, basks in the sun, while the Christmas tree, fills the air with its fragrant flowers. #garden
hoping not to wake the plants from slumber. The nip in the air feels like November. Parakeets on the dying tree nibble on dry fibres like old stories. A butterfly flies in, basks in the sun, while the Christmas tree, fills the air with its fragrant flowers. #garden
November 22, 2024 at 4:12 AM
I gingerly step into the garden,
hoping not to wake the plants from slumber. The nip in the air feels like November. Parakeets on the dying tree nibble on dry fibres like old stories. A butterfly flies in, basks in the sun, while the Christmas tree, fills the air with its fragrant flowers. #garden
hoping not to wake the plants from slumber. The nip in the air feels like November. Parakeets on the dying tree nibble on dry fibres like old stories. A butterfly flies in, basks in the sun, while the Christmas tree, fills the air with its fragrant flowers. #garden
A celebrity divorce made me write this.
November 21, 2024 at 5:06 AM
A celebrity divorce made me write this.
The evening walk was filled with the scent of Manoranjitham- Ylang-ylang-Cananga Odorata flowers. What do you call it in your language?
November 20, 2024 at 1:19 PM
The evening walk was filled with the scent of Manoranjitham- Ylang-ylang-Cananga Odorata flowers. What do you call it in your language?
A Chinese Lantern aka Redvein Maple. A truly lantern shaped flower from any angle.
November 17, 2024 at 2:57 AM
A Chinese Lantern aka Redvein Maple. A truly lantern shaped flower from any angle.
Is it Insect or art?
October 6, 2023 at 6:56 AM
Is it Insect or art?
A cat in the fruit.
October 5, 2023 at 4:41 AM
A cat in the fruit.