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The ‘process’.
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‘What is it?’
He asked.
‘It is what Is’.
‘What do you mean?’
‘A fact that was hidden, concealed; not manifest a few hours ago!’
‘What do you mean?’
‘I didn’t know how it might appear before us when it assumes this form.’
There was an Art-exhibition in my city.
My friend a great Artist, though not a ‘successful’ or famous one, had put on a few works of his on the show.
A visitor was trying to understand the ‘meaning’ of his Art.
‘You see, there is nevertheless a ‘process’, the mind of the painter who creates the painting. Please tell me how this happens with you. When you paint, don’t you already have an ‘idea’, theme or inspiration that you decide to express through your work.’
‘No, This happens without any deliberate thought, without any specific intention.’
‘Don’t you have at least a ‘title’ to it?’
‘Oh! Not at all …! That too takes its due time and even after the painting has been ‘finished’, this may not happen.'
‘Then how could you explain what you had in mind that leads you to creating a painting.’
‘All I know, there arises an urge, kind of anxiety that takes me by my hand, and as the same works through my brushes, Aisle and colors. Sometimes this takes a few hours, but can’t say that either. Sometimes a few days or even may remain just unfinished. Some of my paintings gather dust and some of them are taken away by some friend also. The same may eventually return to me in circumstances unbelievable and for reasons unimaginable.’
‘So you don’t worry?’
‘Yes, sometimes I do worry, or just forget. I see the unknown that sprouts in me takes his own course and takes a shorter or rather a longer time.’
‘What do you mean? How can you know the unknown?’
‘Just when the painting is finished. It is like the opening up of a blossom. Natural, Spontaneous. The title, the theme, the objective, the intention or the spirit, all just get a release when the work is finished. For me, this is what I call the unknown. And I too relax as if freed from a great burden’
‘Oh! I think I got your point.’
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The ‘process’.
--
‘What is it?’
He asked.
‘It is what Is’.
‘What do you mean?’
‘A fact that was hidden, concealed; not manifest a few hours ago!’
‘What do you mean?’
‘I didn’t know how it might appear before us when it assumes this form.’
There was an Art-exhibition in my city.
My friend a great Artist, though not a ‘successful’ or famous one, had put on a few works of his on the show.
A visitor was trying to understand the ‘meaning’ of his Art.
‘You see, there is nevertheless a ‘process’, the mind of the painter who creates the painting. Please tell me how this happens with you. When you paint, don’t you already have an ‘idea’, theme or inspiration that you decide to express through your work.’
‘No, This happens without any deliberate thought, without any specific intention.’
‘Don’t you have at least a ‘title’ to it?’
‘Oh! Not at all …! That too takes its due time and even after the painting has been ‘finished’, this may not happen.'
‘Then how could you explain what you had in mind that leads you to creating a painting.’
‘All I know, there arises an urge, kind of anxiety that takes me by my hand, and as the same works through my brushes, Aisle and colors. Sometimes this takes a few hours, but can’t say that either. Sometimes a few days or even may remain just unfinished. Some of my paintings gather dust and some of them are taken away by some friend also. The same may eventually return to me in circumstances unbelievable and for reasons unimaginable.’
‘So you don’t worry?’
‘Yes, sometimes I do worry, or just forget. I see the unknown that sprouts in me takes his own course and takes a shorter or rather a longer time.’
‘What do you mean? How can you know the unknown?’
‘Just when the painting is finished. It is like the opening up of a blossom. Natural, Spontaneous. The title, the theme, the objective, the intention or the spirit, all just get a release when the work is finished. For me, this is what I call the unknown. And I too relax as if freed from a great burden’
‘Oh! I think I got your point.’
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