The Art of Learning

When I reflect back on my life, I can view vast lands of learning and unlearning. Success and failure are not even visible to my naked eye. All those grades and exams were indeed cornerstones of stress, anxiety and learning. But, The yields of the land are based on the foundation of lifelong learning. 

If I have tell something to young learners today, I will ask them to focus on the desire for learning and unlearning. Exams and assessments are part and parcel of one's learning journey. I have been raised on a crops of examination and have been asked to look at my surroundings comprising of harvests of marks and distinctions. An enigma is created in the mind of an average learner. The learner is perplexed, bamboozled, and petrified. What is it that I am doing wrong?, asks the learner. His surrounding folks remind him of the huge lacuna that engulfs him/her. The learner is reminded of not the learning, but of the yielding of results and medals. 

The learner need to endure all of this. The learner has cull the necessary perseverance to keep on walking in his/her own pace. until the learner can find his/her own niche,

                                                  the learner must continue to walk.

More to follow, on my reflections on learning.

Adan.

View of the Sea 2

It is evening. It is the dawn of twilight and i can see the sea in a new light.

A couple of hours ago, I saw rain cover the sea in mist and obscurity. The haze grew larger and it cantered towards me in in approximately 30 seconds.

The magic of witnessing this arrival of rain to my personal space was to experience the beauty of nature. How can we ignore nature at the cost of modern trappings?

The sea is is calm now, resting in the lap of solitude. It appears moistened by the ferocity of rain. It seems blurred by the clarity of nature's magic. The ship that I saw in the morning does not appear to be in sight. The clouds are heavily decked above the sea. My sight is attracted by that mysterious haze.

As my mind is distracted by the barren land, I presume that nature cannot lie in rest and zen, it has to be disturbed my humans for it to be alluring. It has to be damaged in order to be nurtured. It is in nature of those who occupy the earth to nurture the nature.

Adan.

View of the Sea

My room affords me so many emotions and images. It seems that they are culled to be viewed in chaos. Time is debated about whenever I see the sea from my room. I have seen the forest disappear in a blink of the eye. The eye is still blinking but the forest is there no more.

The barren land is meant for human consumption. It is waiting to be butchered by ambitions and aspirations. Yet, I can see the beautiful sea. This wonder of nature available to me is a result of cold-blooded ambition and necessity.

But, I continue to marvel this serendipitous vision that lie in front of me. A wandering ship floats by, changing its position on water. A few seconds later, it isn't visible to my eye. It has probably disappeared in the oblivion of the vastness of its medium. Sometimes, this vastness is limited to the human eye.

I continue to experience different emotions vis-a-vis this view of the sea.

I shall continue to share with you me nascent experiences that are convivial with my emotions.

Adan.

An Escape into Life

The process of creation depends on the state of mind. Adan says that emotional upheavals are dependent on how you experience newer pastures. He has gone to a new place to experience life as it happens there.

Adan has just painted his finest painting till date. This is his first tryst with the Arts. He is elated. He has finally found his drug. People need escapes from their daily routines, routines that tend to define Life. There have been many avenues for people to escape: meditation, drugs, exercise, love, spirituality etc.

Adan has just found painting. The dilemma has just begun. Let us see what happens next...

Meditation on the present

I write this at a time when the allied forces have started to strike missiles and Tomahawks at Libya. I am still ruminating on the loss triggered by the massive earthquake in Japan. Where does perspective find a place amidst this indigestion of peace with chaos. I have been wondering where our personal ambitions go when people are dying in hoards. Where does economic growth grow if it can be washed away by waves of fury?

My art comes to me, as i reconcile with these ruminations. My art leaves quite often to random sojourns. I do not miss it. I suddenly intervene with my ignorance and realize that i too am an artists. A dilemma encapsulates my living surroundings.

This moment seems like a artistic process of creating something from the scrambled imaginings of the artist. The 'unproductive' moments are to be the most heralded for an artist. Sometimes it takes days, years and seconds for the artist to sit down shape his art. Suddenly, out of nowhere, comes the moment where the art starts melting into a product. A product that can be labelled, packaged and marketed for the consumption of a wider consumer.

Let us not judge this process. It has been going on for years now.

Time out...