Life is
better than you know; you're just too close and too involved to see it.
Colors have their own moods and sentiments. They want to rule. i just let it happen.
When you
don’t look, you see. When you don’t listen, you hear. When you don’t make an
effort to make a move, you are carried away. And then, sitting in front of the
blank sheet, without being in a part of the world where “being loved” is a
COMPETITION. I hear some sweet melodies
as soon as I opened my box of colors, some wonderful rhythm of humming joy. And i get into a relationship with their vibes and aura. Each
color producing a unique tune, tune of their own individuality. And like the stick of a head musician, my
brushes wait for their turn to lead. I pick one. With the desensitizing torture,
I press it against the blank verse. And then it moves on its own, it moves in all the
directions like the newly freed dolphin. And then it gets a company. A new
friend, a different personality. And then some more. A lot of them. Enjoying the
newly found platform. Then the strong,
masculine, bold marker comes on its regular inspection. Detailing the path trodden.
Makes sure its territory is well defined, spick and span. And like the official
report, highlights the main features. And then, I leave this family photograph
safe, before I can appreciate what I had and what had me. The patterns, the
constellations, and purpose of the design can be seen, traced, and understood. Its made. My
painting is done. And it has a lot more than you think it has.
