Mad Art Attack

'They all think that painting means ultimately you have to end up in an exhibition very fast. What about the artist living the painting he makes; how to make it way of living is important; where is the passion for painting? it has to be instilled in the art school but unfortunately they teach how to make the masterpiece and not how to arrive at it.'

Well.. those are the lines of Prabhakar Kolte that i quote form the Indian Contemporary Art Journal that struck me and (more so) provoked me to blog along with the movie Mona Lisa Smile i just watched.

Barring Kolte's comment on the 'art schools' and making 'masterpieces' (i shall take up that issue some other time) i'd like to dedicate this article on the 'passion' for art.

 'What is art, what makes it good or bad? who decides?'

Is recognition the sole purpose for doing art for an artist?
I am not blogging today, expressing the sentiments of any artists' community but as an individual.
For me, it is not. when i do any piece of art i do not consider whether my audience will appreciate or criticize it. i just do it because i want to do it. they might or might not mean anything at all for the audience, but sometimes they do, for an artist. Not as an antique property that i would wanna obsess over, but probably just preserve it! I paint because i'm passionate about art. i'm passionate about expressing myself through that medium if i choose to. what i'm trying to communicate is that the INTENTION of doing a piece of art(for me) is not fame or money. it is just another medium of expression, irrespective of whether they are ideas or emotions. All i'd like to request the 'audience community' is to appreciate and respect that EXPRESSION irrespective of whether they appreciate that piece of art or not. And as for the artist(me), fame, recognition and money shall come along if it is meant to! (good for me i guess?!) at least it's not the priority!
i do art because it flows through me, and well, anyone or anything that obstructs that flow frustrates me.

I’m not preaching or proposing a progressive revolution. I just want my Freedom. No compromises.

‘not all wanderers are aimless.’

PS: Mona Lisa Smile is a decent watch . =)

Untitled

16"X 20"Acrylic on canvas
inspiration: staring too close at the flame of a lighter

'When my synapses pause in my quest for applause
When my ego lets go of my end of the bone
To focus instead on the love that is precious to me
Then I shall be free
I shall be free..

I'll feel the heat of a flickering flame'
The inside of a flame...
The Blue flame...
The Flame.



Not that i had the lyrics in mind when i painted this one.. but i do..when i'm posting to share it.

Anyway , need suggestions for a suitable Title.. pls help! =) 

Flute Series

(watercolor on paper)

FIRE

WATER

AIR

ETHER

EARTH

PS: In memory of my lost 'charm', lost on a 'not-so-unlucky' day! =)
there ain't no LUCK without LOVE and vice-versa. . .

black white etc

learn to be lonely-Andrew Lloyd Webber

Umbilical cord

Vocabulary that leads to my 'Brain Damage'

image source: Frozen Thoughts. Vol 10, issue 5

Navel : a small hollow in a person's stomach where the Umbilical cord was cut at birth

Anaesthesia and Anaesthetics.

Anaesthesia and an Anaesthetic. Lethal Combination!
Such awe-inspiring creatures are these anaethetics. They've got this amazing power in their hands! A little more and you'd be fucked. A little less, then too you'd be fucked, with PAIN. Such is the power that lies in that oh-so-huge syringe that sucks your pain and infiltrates you with a feeling of Numbness. 'Feeling of Numbness'-Ah! quite paradoxical. You can't really FEEL Numb! =)Well yeah.., writing this piece after recovering from my semi-altered state of consciousness and still under the influence of this amazing drug called anaesthesia, i wish to recount my experience. Strange are these anaesthetics, coz they tell you (atleast mine did) NOT to close your eyes while they poke you inside your mouth(for me) to give you a dose. So, there you are, sitting helpless on that seat SEEING yourself being given that magical potent. I got 5 (mind you, whereas technically i should have got 4. Stubbornness, i guess, it runs in my blood! =/ )
And while the treatment goes on, i shoot to the moon. Dizzy. Thinking random things and moments of revelation which i had never dreamt would occur to me in that state. You think, but you can't feel. (atleast not in that area that is numb).
(with occasional sights of blood laden cotton emerging from my mouth :S ) One such thought that occurs to me in that state is the everlasting conflict since the origination of psychology, between Mind and the Body. My face below the eyes was numb for atleast 4 hours. In that span of time, even if someone held my face or kissed me as a gesture of love and care, it didn't matter. And it wouldn't have mattered, not even if it would have been someone i love. Simply because i couldn't feel that sensation of touch. My neural pathways would not transfer that information to my higher centres of processing inorder to make me experience that threshold of sensation.
And this dear reader, was Numbness.
Mind and body are like two parallel lanes of a railway track which together support the train running over it. No one wins. They're incomplete and lifeless without each other, capable of causing a 'derailment' even if either of them is disfunctional. They're like two contradictions and quoting my demigod here
"You have to systematically create confusion, it sets creativity free. Everything that is contradictory creates life". - Dali

Don't know why, but i really had an awesome experience. (and the reader must be thinking that the writer is crazy, but who cares! ) i REALLY did! Honest! Considering the fact that I have never fainted in my life (not that i remember), never got a fracture (i mean, c'mon, Everyone does!) or had any such medical complications (except years ago coz of asthma). I feel a little out of place. Not that i'm saying i love visiting hospitals, But... it's just WEIRD! Also, expressing my feelings here as a younger sister, i always find it very strange and (most of the time) frustrating as to how it has always been my sister who has had medical complications. WHY?! why why why? Even though, i'm the one who is a caesarean child! If there should have been any complications, it should've been with Me, not her!
But today, i feel different and i know that as a matter of fact, so will she! Because it's me who wins this time. Here i'd like to mention that tomorrow, my sister will be undergoing the similar treatment, I did today. The only difference is that mine was intentional and her's is a necessity, a 'medical emergency'. But i promise her, that it'll be different for her THIS time. Not because she would not have any of the family member beside her tomorrow, but because i shall suck away all her pain. Not a minuscule of what she has experienced over the years... but just a pin prick. A pin prick of anaesthesia, I shall be... =)

*adds a line* oh, and what is best is that the after-effects of this lethal combo puts you to a peaceful and tranquil sleep. You'd realize its value if you're an insomniac.
I feel levitated. My work is done. =)

PS: I love you J, and i'm gonna marry an anaesthetic! ;)

Kingdom of Dreams

A World, passionless and dry.
A Pond, a static reverie.
A Fish, harvesting in futile.
Swimming in the waters of an Astute Observer.
Grandiose illusion of grandiose fervor.

A Frog, croaking day and night.
The Fish, a patient listener.
Swimming in the waters of comfort.
An arcane mind
She wishes to find.

The Astute Observer, scared of effusiveness.
The Fish, stripped of nakedness.
Swimming in the waters in search of home.
An empty pond she wishes to refill only with the waters of The Astute Observer.
A passionate preserver...

The Frog and The Astute Observer
A mere mirrors, overcome with trepidation of affinity.
The fish, anticipating the Equinox.
Caught in the charade of emotions, they wax pleasure.
Grandiose illusion of grandiose treasure.

Eyes: of The Fish, The Frog and The Astute Observer
A cauldron of desire, stirring the grey matter
studded with ashes and roasted with madness.
Grandiose illusion of grandiose Happiness...

We must flow to the river, to keep this Kingdom alive... =)