''What is this life if full of care, we have no time to stand and stare...''
I am staring into the vast, limitless blue expanse stretched above me as I leave my humble, little 'masterpiece' to dry and get ready. Ironic in some ways. And symbolic of how art can effortlessly transduce your survival into existence and elevate it to the state of 'feeling alive'.
Art is an indulgence. Art is liberating ; in a way only an assemblage of colours can be. Art is the place where all the imperfections of the universe metamorphose into an 'indestructible' uniqueness. That's the undying essence of art. It is unmodulated. It is raw. Yet, it is a glowing fountain of inspiration because it teaches you to pursue, not to possess. When you pursue, the thought of making mistakes never overwhelms you because the higher awareness makes you a part of the process called 'improvisation'.
Last evening, it was a heart-warming affair to see a flock of eight-year olds enthusiastically taking part in a drawing competition. There was passion. There was freedom. And there was fearlessness. They were unaware of the fact that in the stark wilderness of real life, art is equated with money. People bid for it. People pay for it. And for some inexplicable reasons, in most of the households, art is tied down and imprisoned in attic rooms and under the mattresses, only to be eaten away by the mites in due course of time.
All this because art is overpowering. It challenges. It questions. It answers. It conveys the imperceptible and the unfathomable. Unfortunately, the insecurities dwelling in our minds are enormous. The question that lingers on is - Where is LIBERATION?
