Redemption Art
You know how there a lot of movies which starts with a narration and talks about transformation. Thats how this will begin to sound only this is a real life redemption experience.
While in school I had a very creative mind, listlessly creative for i remember sulking at studies to do creative writing all the time. I do attribute it to a family of like headed people, though not all of then really expressed it much. I did too have my voided abilities which remained like black holes to me. I remember during the summer vacation,watching my sis do excellent paintings and aspire to attempt which i did. This was confined to the summer holidays alone. While in high school, I had watched this movie about a girl in Amsterdam who aspires to be a painter and follows Vincent van gougs artwork. This i found greatly mesmerising, the country sides, the art and the thought that a small girl could seek art in this fashion seemed so much liberating for me. I did continue with my summer stint with art. I never took it seriously as i belived my real potential was in the literary world. I frequented literary competitions and did decently well, but never considered myself a possible competitor to justify the ability to paint or sketch. So this was the prelude of how i remember connectint with art when I was young. If anyone is still reading on, I am with you and forgive me for the shallow narration.
Lost and found, was the phase I was going through. Good and bad stuffs kept happening religiously to me. Consistent way of being at a state of mind was impossible with all the experiments i did with my present. Moved from darkrooms to ones where sun was kind and after what i can call years of drifting,it finally happened. The great expectation has always been very intriguing a novel for me, I had a DVD which I watched over on a Sunday. Something about Mrs.Havisham's character always amazed me for how could a man write about a woman of her sort. In between my appreciating the complexity of this woman, I did something with no complusion. A room mate of mine had left a sketch book when she vacated. I looked at it and took a pencil from my set used only for management exams over the years and after 10.5 years of not lurking in the art field, I drews lines which combined to form a picture of Mrs. Havisham from the DVD. That was my moment of redemption after 1.5 hours of trying to make lines meet, while i had been on it over the last so many years. Since that Sunday of May 2011, I have consistently been painting drawing, reading about art. I completed two huge sketch books with art in a months time. , I tried charcoal, sketching, watercolor paintings, acrylic paintings in the span. I did a variety of cultural painting, including Indian, Chinese, Japanese, Russian and i found myself at the end of two full sketch books, with an interpretation of Vincent van Goug's Starry night.
I would call it a circle completion, from the day i watched the movie through out these 10.5 odd years to finally painting the start night and then reading about the history of art, i cant deny the hand of destiny in it some where. The singular most outstanding experience that I draw from all my work is, the blissful satisfaction it gives me after each piece is completed.
Today I call myself an artist,and a proud one! I have a craving to get better and raise my bar after each attempt and the result just keeps surprising me. I would have never thought art would end up being my forte and my path to realising myself.
How much ever one tried to elude the hidden art, one day art will find a way to get back to you.
While in school I had a very creative mind, listlessly creative for i remember sulking at studies to do creative writing all the time. I do attribute it to a family of like headed people, though not all of then really expressed it much. I did too have my voided abilities which remained like black holes to me. I remember during the summer vacation,watching my sis do excellent paintings and aspire to attempt which i did. This was confined to the summer holidays alone. While in high school, I had watched this movie about a girl in Amsterdam who aspires to be a painter and follows Vincent van gougs artwork. This i found greatly mesmerising, the country sides, the art and the thought that a small girl could seek art in this fashion seemed so much liberating for me. I did continue with my summer stint with art. I never took it seriously as i belived my real potential was in the literary world. I frequented literary competitions and did decently well, but never considered myself a possible competitor to justify the ability to paint or sketch. So this was the prelude of how i remember connectint with art when I was young. If anyone is still reading on, I am with you and forgive me for the shallow narration.
Lost and found, was the phase I was going through. Good and bad stuffs kept happening religiously to me. Consistent way of being at a state of mind was impossible with all the experiments i did with my present. Moved from darkrooms to ones where sun was kind and after what i can call years of drifting,it finally happened. The great expectation has always been very intriguing a novel for me, I had a DVD which I watched over on a Sunday. Something about Mrs.Havisham's character always amazed me for how could a man write about a woman of her sort. In between my appreciating the complexity of this woman, I did something with no complusion. A room mate of mine had left a sketch book when she vacated. I looked at it and took a pencil from my set used only for management exams over the years and after 10.5 years of not lurking in the art field, I drews lines which combined to form a picture of Mrs. Havisham from the DVD. That was my moment of redemption after 1.5 hours of trying to make lines meet, while i had been on it over the last so many years. Since that Sunday of May 2011, I have consistently been painting drawing, reading about art. I completed two huge sketch books with art in a months time. , I tried charcoal, sketching, watercolor paintings, acrylic paintings in the span. I did a variety of cultural painting, including Indian, Chinese, Japanese, Russian and i found myself at the end of two full sketch books, with an interpretation of Vincent van Goug's Starry night.
I would call it a circle completion, from the day i watched the movie through out these 10.5 odd years to finally painting the start night and then reading about the history of art, i cant deny the hand of destiny in it some where. The singular most outstanding experience that I draw from all my work is, the blissful satisfaction it gives me after each piece is completed.
Today I call myself an artist,and a proud one! I have a craving to get better and raise my bar after each attempt and the result just keeps surprising me. I would have never thought art would end up being my forte and my path to realising myself.
How much ever one tried to elude the hidden art, one day art will find a way to get back to you.
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