Journey to own self

4:37:00 AM

Artist, a word that takes in every existing person within its domain if we believe everyone has something special in own self.
But now, another meaning to the same word might prove that there are only selected people with the gift of being an artist.
He was a kind that was not known on the front pages because he didn’t want to. He was young, packed with gushing ideas which he kept neglecting all those years of grounding but it was a scrap of him so couldn’t help but considering it! He verbalized his outlook ahead people who he thought will understand. And yes, they did. They understood that he needs to be brain washed, he needs to be taught diverse ways of printing money for a sound living, but to him that was not being happy because after many years he had realized about the spell he had in his hands and mind….not brain and so wanted to brighten it.
Decided to live alone but not lonely, he went away to gain knowledge of who he actually was. With mother’s tender hearteous but secretive support of finance he got himself enrolled in an art school and started his training from alteration of the basics.
He wished to have a mind wall; something that his mind designed; a set of lines which did not know where they will converge next. The essentials were everything but not colors! He was a son of vibrant nature, born of colors but they were a complication for his task. He turned the music on and began to blend his soul with the melody as it served a palate of colors. He let his soul absorb color from melody and create something that reflected a colorful soul
His devotion to colors made him choose the wall with a window…. All colors of universe, still bleached on wall. He started off on pages and drew some lines: straight and curved!
Since it was his imagination it had an intellectual boundary. Effaced lines he drew shouted that he was searching something in them; may be his identity beyond himself….those marks seem to depict his mind among intertwining lines. Bringing different strokes into existance and eradicating them seemed like he was putting the bubbling thoughts to trash. Apparently curves were his limits and overlapping them was what he was craving for!
He just kept the sheets apart and commenced chalking the wall. With every stroke, it was visible that he wanted to achieve perfection. Emergence and disappearance wer his adventure to realization that made him aware of ownself. Removal of pre-existing strokes was a ritual to return where he thought it was correct. This clearly portrayed his initial ignorance to his art! Finalizing the wall, he used black paint to which no other color would effect, it may symbolize sadism to some but it was a sign of glory to him. Charcoal was used for perfect shading at the apex, what according to him was his dark side or one’s doom! What he drew was, two hands in a praying stance around the window that showed that world was in those hands of one, inreach of own will! The light from the nature of God enter one’s life from devoting to Almighty. That sacred colourful light gave every color, the wall could ever get. It didn’t need any more colors….
He then, content of what he had done, moved back several steps and sat beside a wall smiling and smoking..


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