COLORS!!

Colors!...They express so much. They reflect the light into our dull lives, they are the birds of our imagination and they take us where we have never been. I wonder why it is such so cleansing to be able to just play with colors?

Well, in reflection there is just so much that evokes so many emotions in us in a day; as if we were the canvas on which our heart paints many colors of emotions. The result most often than not, is not conclusive like a portrait but it is streaked, all over the place abstraction.

No wonder, I think there is a lot more fun in abstract than clear defined figures on a canvas. A background covered with many directionless beautiful colors is far more inspiring. They give you a piece of life really! on one hand, they are hope, they are fun, they are many prayers put together and then on the other they are dejection, jealousy or tears of failure and loss as well.

Whichever way they come, playing with these colors on canvas is complete catharsis!!. It is meditation which invariably concludes into a still mind. It is life that finds its own course just like the many colors coming together to find a unique expression on the canvas.

There is a lot of ‘me time’ that I spend in reveries of what be the ‘it’ way to really ‘live’. With the tying down chores of life I perpetually find my stream of consciousness running awry into a flood of so many thoughts that I drown in it. There seems to be no way out because thinking from the heart does pose detrimental in the ‘rat race’. Frankly the vivid and brilliant forms of yoga have not helped (or may be i didn't try too hard!). Neither has there been a possibility of calm when I sit still concentrating on my nostrils. It’s just not me.

Nonetheless, the tryst with meditation has gotten me to realize (yet again!!) that one thing which purges me is the burst of colors. I feel them in my hands, put them on the white bare canvas and feel free. The canvas is like that one slice of my life that has no obligations to fulfill, nothing to worry about and no rules to follow.   

The joy of seeing a painting unfold is inexplicable. That feeling is not just the creation but the process that it has involved to conclude into a beautiful art piece. Every time, I complete a painting it is a completion of the purgation process; it is the final ‘tangible’ product of my innumerable emotions; it’s a release of that energy which if not used makes me feel wasted and just so worthless. It is the gift that gives me the courage to cut the strings and be the free radical that I always wanted to be…a spirit whose destination is defined by the roads it travels.

Care for some abstract painting anyone?