Vacant Art

Somewhere I read an article,some two years back I guess.I cant remember the exact details but there was a line that still strikes my mind.And I am remembering it time and again so I decided to pour out my thoughts via this blog.The line goes like this"they do not make colors like you anymore".Don't know why but this particular verse made all the way up to the cortex of my brain,maybe it's because I could relate to the color or the you in that line or the subconscious painter that is within me which paints the fabrications and all the abstract thoughts that tangles me up like a prey tangled up in a spider web had something to do with it.Sometimes I hold a palette with all sorts of colors in it and all the new variety I could make by mixing one with another & still I wonder which color suits the best to paint what i exactly want to.And I simply give up thinking "there are no colors like you anymore",and yes I could make do with the dull colors but I simply cannot.I cannot compromise when it comes to what is so delicate, that is the painting of yours.

I am afraid that I might get it wrong that I refuse to try,yes that happens to a lot of us but only some tell the truth.The colors are simply not the as jolly and bright as they might seem to a lot of people.Well at least I see them differently.They whisper you different tunes and you just have to try to resonate with the correct one.Most of the people don't even consider black and white as a significant color but those are the ones that excite me the most.There were times I have wished that my palette had only black and white in it but then there were none and I was holding on to what was a empty canvas and a colorless palette so i could not paint at all and i still cannot because i am still short of colors.There are no variety of black and white as they used to be and other alternatives hold no importance maybe that's why they always are alternatives for me,never choices.But i paint with my imagination with the void that fills up whats not there and if you are still wondering I do not use no colors,I prefer it real.No any decorations to make it beautiful because I think that if you do not like something with the reality it has to offer to you,you do not have the divine right to cherish it's beauty when it's decorated with all the colors.And yes my painting is lacking a lot but i wish to leave it that way as the empty palette is what painters pick up to fill it up with colors of their own.

If one day you find a empty canvas somewhere sound and quite give it a look nicely because it is completely up to you what you see as Edgar degas quoted“Art is not what you see, but what you make others see.” it contains the fabrications  and the imaginations I created.

The Hitler era

Recently I watched a movie.It was an Academy awards winning movie,The Pianist.It was very presentable, about a Jew in Germany in The Hitler era.The journey the Jew goes through in the entire movie is quite a feat,he is a true hero in the sense that he survives what were the most scariest of situations.The domination by the Germans,the hungry nights he spent and the beatings he got for speaking infront of the Germans was vividly displayed.The out and out way the Germans took the guns and shot the Jews in the skull and the family's they had shattered did not matter at all.The wall that was created to barr Jews from German community was another example of the differences or the sheer hatred towards Jews.

The Jew played by Adrian Broody is a monumental figure in your mind after you have completed the two and a half hour movie.His unsuccessful love affair and the day and nights spent in silence in the room as an Jew escapee in fear of being found in hiding by the Germans were incredible.One thing what startled me is that he being a Pianist was left to hide in a room with a piano and he could not even play it.But the piano melody that played in the background with him just acting his fingers over the keys showed his passion about music and his willingness to just find some comfort in the music that would be made with his fingers striking the keys of the piano.Enough said,the movie as a whole is a treat but i was more amazed by the little details that were so precise.The clean shaven look of Adrian broody in the end signified some importance to me.The Germans were defeated and washed out by the Russians,the Jew was saved and off went his ragged look as new freshness sprouted upon him even though now he had no family,no love and nothing but his life with which he could gain all that he lost again.