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Andy Barve

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Nature is the original language of abundance.
Look around. Everything is borrowed from it.
The food we eat comes from the soil.
The colours, textures, shapes and patterns we wear are inspired by it.

The structures we build echo its forms — honeycombs, shells, nests, branches, waves.

Even the things we make for beauty begin with something we observed in nature.

Nature is always there.
Giving. Giving. Giving.

And we are always taking.
Taking. Taking. Taking.

But what do we give back? Mostly waste.

There is something almost unbelievable about how unconditional nature is. It doesn't ask for anything in return. It simply exists in abundance, allowing us to observe it, learn from it, eat from it, wear it, build from it, create from it.

Perhaps abundance isn't about owning more. Maybe it's about having enough to give without keeping a score. Nature has been teaching us this forever. We just haven't been very good respectable students.

It's time we stopped asking what nature can give us, and started asking what we can give back. 🤍 by @andy.barve

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📸 @victoriakrundysheva
Styling @andy.barve
Hmua @surabhichoureyofficial
Wearing @shor_label

#editorial#fashion#model#explore#makeup taken in Mumbai - मुंबई by @andy.barve

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10 days ago

Shape of You

In frame @kkhushi.sharmaa
Styled by @andy.barve
MUA @surabhichoureyofficial by @andy.barve

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I'm all smiles when I travel. Even if it's for a few days. :)

For the last few years, travel felt more like an escape. Escape from a mundane life, stressful work, stressful everything. I travelled to recharge and then come back to the same life.

This time, it was different. Currently I have no full-time job so this time I just wanted to travel. There was no grand reason, no burnout, no need to run away from anything. A random phone call, a spontaneous plan, and suddenly I was booking tickets and packing.

And I realised how much of a manmade construct the concept of time is.

I wore a watch but rarely checked it. The sunrise and the sunset were the perfect timekeepers. I woke up for no particular single reason, definitely not for work. My needs were simpler. I had nowhere I had to be. Just exploring, meeting strangers from different countries, with completely different lives, sharing stories over a coffee or a meal. And somehow, the conversations feel completely natural, even if they last only an hour sometimes.

Travel reminds you that you don't necessarily belong to the place you've lived in for years. You can belong anywhere. There are differences, of course, but there are so many things that connect us. It changes something in you. It humbles you. It makes you adapt—to new weather, new places, new people, new ways of living. It expands your idea of what life can look like.

And perhaps the best part is coming home to a feeling of newness and the excitement of starting anew.

Honestly, I wish we could all travel a little more and not just through our phones. 🌍

#traveldiaries #ilovenewexperiences #exploretravel by @andy.barve

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As a kid, I used to love still life — actually looking at an object, really observing it, and drawing what I saw.

Somewhere along the way, I lost that confidence. I started relying on other people’s art as references, copying drawings and then adding my own little twist to them.

On my recent trip to the mountains, surrounded by flowers, trees and those impossible views, I felt like picking up a pen and actually looking again.

So I did.

A mountain I couldn’t quite do justice to without the right colours, and an unreasonable number of sunflowers later, I realised how meditative it is to simply sit, observe and draw.

Funny how some things you think you’ve lost are just waiting for you to pick them up again. And apparently, I’m still pretty good at it. So, why not keep at it? 🙂

#stilllifedrawing #slowhobbies #makeartnotwar #artineverydaylife by @andy.barve

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14 days ago

SERIES: #andylovestoshare
Topic: 11 Our mind is always making connections.

I’ve been thinking about associative memory lately.

I was walking through Fairy Forest in the mountains when a bunch of rocks and fallen logs suddenly started looking like severed dragon heads and mythical creatures. 😄

And then I realised — of course my mind was doing this.

I’d just finished House of the Dragon, and with all the talk and imagery around Christopher Nolan’s The Odyssey also sitting somewhere in my head, apparently my brain had its references ready.

The rocks were just rocks. The logs were just logs. But my mind had enough recent imagery to connect them to something else.

I think that’s one of the funniest and most interesting things about the way our minds work: they never really rest. They keep churning through associations, memories and images that are deeply etched into the brain, quickly pulling something up and making a connection the moment we see something that resembles it.

At one point, I also saw what looked like a massive U-shape carved into the Himalayan range in the distance. It looked exactly like a horseshoe. I couldn’t get a picture of it because I didn’t have a camera that could zoom in from that far away, but the association was immediate.

Also, excuse my drawings. I’m not trying to be a cool artist or anything. They’re only reference points for how I saw the objects. I definitely didn’t spend hours making them — they’re just rough sketches of what I quickly noticed.

And working in a creative field probably makes me especially prone to this. Looking for connections, seeing shapes in unexpected places, finding references where they technically don’t exist — it’s almost an occupational hazard.

Maybe creativity is partly just that: seeing what something reminds you of, and then wondering what else it could become.

For anyone trying to navigate creativity without a fixed entry point, or a clear map — this is simply a place to look with me. Slowly. Intently. More consciously. 🍏 taken in Fairy Forest, Pulga by @andy.barve

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“Let Nature be your teacher.” — William Wordsworth

The vastness of nature teaches without saying anything — in stillness and in tiny, involuntary movements.

You wake up to birdsong, a waterfall somewhere in the distance, trees standing tall around you, and somehow, you feel very small. So do your problems.

Nature just exists. And somehow, that is enough to reset something in me.

Coming back to nature now feels like returning to something I already know.

Perhaps it comes from having grown up with a little more time spent in and around nature — time spent outside, climbing trees, foraging, getting muddy, wandering without a screen telling me where to look.

It feels almost like walking through a portal.

A few days surrounded by trees, mountains, birds and waterfalls, and something shifts. You slow down. You notice more. You think differently. It opens up new ways of thinking, new ideas, new inspiration — a different perspective on life and your place in it.

Nature has always been a brilliant and gentle teacher for me.

And the best lessons are the ones it never has to say out loud.

#pulgafairyforest #pulgavillage #travelhimachal #natureisateacher #slowliving taken in Fairy Forest, Pulga by @andy.barve

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16 days ago

I’ve always had this unshakeable urge to overpack when I travel—a total maximalist at heart. I’m the person who packs extra “just in case” and then spends half the trip worrying about excess baggage.

So this time, heading to the mountains, I decided: no suitcase. For one, the uphill climbs made it practically impossible to take one. For another, I wanted to see if I could actually travel with less.

Funnily enough, I’ve never owned a backpack. The last time I carried one was probably school. Since then, I’ve been a weekender-bag, holdall, suitcase, tote kind of person.

But this time, it was one backpack for 10 days. Five pairs of clothes. Wash. Dry. Repeat. One pair of boots, one crossbody bag, two pens and a diary instead of my usual collection of art supplies. I even carried two books, though I barely opened either. And, surprisingly, I didn’t miss any of the extra stuff I would usually pack and never really use.

I was too busy wandering, sketching on whatever paper I could find, staring at the mountains and being completely okay with doing absolutely nothing at times.

Turns out, carrying less gave me a lot more space to actually be there.

So, the maximalist me might have just been converted to a minimalist packer. No extra shit. Just what I need. From now on.

#lessisenough #lessismore #minimalist #packless #unpackmore by @andy.barve

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17 days ago

Slow mornings in the mountains that don’t call for an itinerary.

Waking up in Kalga for a few days had a completely different rhythm. A little nip in the morning air, clean thoughts — in fact, no thoughts — and that mountain magic where even your skin feels fresher and your hair somehow wakes up with a little more life, without needing to wash it every two days like you do in the city.

I stayed at @lostandfoundgalactic, a homestay by a lovely couple who’ve put so much thought and effort into making the place feel like home. Tucked away in a corner of Kalga, surrounded by sunflowers, bees collecting nectar, and beautiful day views stretching across the Tosh Valley to snow-capped Himalayan peaks beyond, it’s the kind of place that makes leaving difficult.

Birdsongs, just the right coffee, long pauses, and watching the local people in the village go about their mornings. There’s something about being welcomed into a way of life that moves at its own pace — and remembering that not every morning needs a plan. 🤍✨

#kalga #slowmornings #slowliving #parvativalley #themountainshealmysoul by @andy.barve

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18 days ago

Surrounded by towering deodar trees in Pulga village, slowing down enough to notice the life closer to the ground, I found this fern frond. Dried completely, yet still holding on to almost every tiny leaflet and its original form. A testament to the strength of its structure, even after the green is gone.

We’re not so different. We die tiny deaths inside ourselves all the time — old versions of us, attachments, unfulfilled dreams, outdated ways of being.

And still, life asks us to keep living.

To notice. To feel. To find stillness. To be fully here, while we’re still green.

#Pulga #ParvatiValley #HimachalTravel #HimachalDiaries #fairyforest A dried fern frond held against tree bark in Pulga village captures the quiet beauty of preservation, a motif often used in minimalist botanical photography to reflect stillness and resilience after decay.¹ ² by @andy.barve

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Penelope from The Odyssey was committed to the loom for 20 years.

I was committed to embroidery for three days and 15 hours.

Obviously, I’m nothing compared to Penelope. She had suitors waiting in the other room and an Odysseus she was waiting for; I had a needle, some cool threads and a DIY embroidery kit in my bedroom. But somewhere in those three days, I understood something about commitment and patience.

I picked up embroidery for the first time and, for three days, it was all I wanted to do. I’d wake up at early in the morning and just go at it. I’d spend hours at it, completely absorbed. No phone, no screen, no rushing through it. Not having any work commitments helped too.

And there were moments when I wanted to just get it over with. To finish the patch and move on.

But then I realised that I was completely missing the point.

The beauty was in committing to the process without knowing exactly when it would end. In being patient enough to let each stitch take the time it needed. In staying with something even when the gratification wasn't immediate.

Slow hobbies demand something we don't give easily anymore: our full attention.

They make you sit still. They make you repeat yourself. They make you accept that some things simply cannot be rushed.

For those three days, I understood the value of committing to something simply because I wanted to see where the process would take me.

And that’s what patience really is: staying committed long enough to let the process become the point.

#embroidery #slowliving #TheOdyssey #penelope #slowhobbies A series of images documenting a first attempt at hand embroidery, showing embroidery tools, stitching in progress, and a finished embroidered patch. The post reflects on patience, commitment, slow hobbies and the meditative process of making something by hand, inspired by Penelope from The Odyssey. by @andy.barve

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