Passion to Profession!

The world of colors was my home. An introvert by nature, I spent hours pouring my emotions into my paintings. They gave me immense joy.

“You cannot make a profession out of painting. How much will the paints and brush help you earn?” Dad snatched the brushes from my hands and put these instruments in them instead.
Forced to pursue Math and Science, I became an Engineer. On the day I graduated, I presented to him, my degree certificate.

“I did what you wanted me to do. Now please let me follow my passion”, and picked up my brushes again.

Today, my paintings are exhibited the world over!

In India, even today Engineering and Medicine, are the most preferred career option the parents want their children to pursue, despite their child having no interest in it.  While it is encouraging to see a gradual shift in the mindset of parents to allow their children choose a non-science professional course, it will take a long time before all can have the freedom to opt for courses akin to their interest.

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To be judged or not?

My daughter is a creative girl blessed with a flair for sketching, painting, doodling and now trying her hand at digital painting too. I always felt her work was decent enough and would goad her to take part in art competitions. She would always answer in negative.

One day I questioned her as to why she didn’t want to participate in any competition. To which she replied, “Art is a very subjective personification and a creative extension of oneself. If the competition is to replicate an object or still life, then yes there is scope to judge the piece. But for example, if the topic for the painting is “Peace”, how can you judge the entries? A tranquil scenery depicts peace, a person meditating amidst a raging storm outside maybe at peace, a young baby’s innocent smile may bring peace, a person enjoying a soulful melody may feel at peace or it could be universal brotherhood which is the essence of peace. Each person has his/her own perspective to an idea which he gives shape to. In the same way the person judging the art piece also may have his/her own interpretation to the topic, which may not be in sync with the artist’s work. All of them have put their feelings and emotions to paper. While one can give their opinion on the piece, it need not translate into comparison with other pieces.”

Well, I felt she had a valid point here. Would love to hear your thoughts on this.

The blank canvas awaits its destiny

as a melange of ideas brew

in the ingenious niche of

the artist ‘s mind,

working in tandem with

dexterous fingers

as they get on with their creation.

Hours of labor brings forth

 the insipid white to life,

with a potpourri of hues

satiating the creative indulgence!

 

Creative Strokes!

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Ideas conceived in the creative mind

envisages a vision

gestates

experimenting contours flirt

endless sketches

crumpled sheets

spectrum of color fills the palette

caresses the canvas with strokes

bold and beautiful,

delicate and sublime

a creative blend unfolds

prolonged labor

finally

births an artistic masterpiece!

Rain – The Artist!

In response to iScriblr.com’s Freedom of Expression Challenge #21, for the prompt word “RAIN”

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The arid tanned landscape

paints a picture so gloomy,

the languid eyes look up in earnest

at the clear blue skies

waiting to be enveloped by

the dark grey clouds

to shower pearly white drops

washing the dusty brown land anew.

The fresh scent of petrichor

the drops bring in,

paints the earth in hues of green

the aqua waters of the sea swell up,

the crimson petals of flowers

lie scattered on the pavement, satiated

every living soul comes alive

O Rain,

the flora and fauna

rejoices as you shower

your silver elixir!

The blank canvas!

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photo by Ricardo Viana via Unsplash

In response to Sonya’s 3 line tale, week # 130

Mini loved her world of colours and could infuse life into any canvas with her brushes, much to the chagrin of her father, who wanted her to pursue sciences like him.

After a heated altercation with him in the morning, she came back from school, aghast to find all her paintings trampled and colors scattered all across the floor.

From then on, her life was just an insipid blank canvas, devoid of any colors or emotions.

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