An account of Huta's sadhana & the grace showered on her by The Mother - especially how Mother prepared her for painting the series: 'Meditations on Savitri'.
The Mother : Contact On Savitri
This book tells the story of how Huta came to the Ashram and began her work with the Mother. It presents a detailed account of how the Mother prepared and encouraged her to learn painting and helped her to create two series of paintings: the 472 pictures comprising Meditations on Savitri and the 116 pictures that accompanied the Mother's comments titled About Savitri. During their meetings, where the Mother revealed her visions for each painting by drawing sketches and explaining which colours should be used, the unique importance of Savitri and the Mother's own experiences connected to the poem come clearly into view. The book is also a representation of Huta's sadhana, her struggles and her progress, and the solicitude and grace showered on her by the Mother.
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Yet another reassuring card from the Mother:
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Bonjour To My dear little child* To my very sweet Huta*
Who does work with so much taste and skill.
I keep you in my arms with all my love and force and my blessings are always with you.
The Mother directed me through a letter how to paint tiny pink roses and buds on Mahalakshmi's sari. She also sent me a small painting box and brushes.
There! Painting! But I had never used oil colour before. Actually I knew nothing about oil painting. I did not even know how to hold brushes, nor did I have any colour sense. Everything started with the Grace of Mahalakshmi. She became the symbol of my spiritual life and artistic work.
First I tried to paint a blue bird—the bird of happiness—on a piece of red silk. I showed it to the Mother on 12th April in the evening in her room at the Playground. Her pleasure was instantly reflected in her luminous eyes and sweet smile. She took my hand and, after a pause, said:
Child, you have the capacity to paint and it is a splendid gift. I also did many paintings and exhibited them in Paris. I love to paint, but where is the time?
She went into a trance for a few moments. Then she asked me:
Will you paint blue birds on my white dress?
I was perplexed. But I said to her hesitatingly that I would try.
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