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.
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Sunday, February 3, 2013
Sunday, March 20, 2011
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...
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