An acquaintance we have hates Artists. He hates artworks with a passion that almost equals the Quit India movement. I’ll call him Dayal, and must say Dayal is a great mind reader, so he knows the vanity of canvas and paint. He understands the insecurities of an artist trying to make a niche anyplace in this life. When ever he visits home I shove all my work into any shelf or corner available, but he sniffs it out. He sniffs out paint and canvas like a bloodhound – for him oils, acrylic, pastels, water colours, glass paint, turpentine, paint rags, are pollutants, or worse. His eyes ache to rinse me from this evil : ” Write Ray, write. Get out the door, be real, do something else. Take a walk, count to ten, breathe, talk to humans, get a life. just don’t paint.”
I haven’t really painted in a while, for it is an energy that demands everything. One doesn’t really paint for a living, or effect. At least not me, I wish I were organised, painted for a cause, wish I were like Raza and some others, ofcourse I wish for business sense and street smartness, but am a village idiot and very happy to be so. I pet cows and stray kittens, even chat with strangers. Sketching for me is my gift to that day. It is a healing chat with the invisible things inside.
The day I can paint, am a better woman and human, though with all my heart and soul sometimes I wish there were a more sensible thing to do – this thing ? If not for my husband none of my works would have left that space in shelves or under the cot. Am grateful to the amazing humans who stopped by and saw that this was healing me, it brought life back into the fatigue and illness that caught me for a few years. Am grateful, just wanted to say that. If you are one like me, please do not stop. I know some one who suffers from road rage, but he spray- paints now – graffiti on doors, walls, anywhere they will let him. Another girl heals from depression by sewing, lace works, and some stunning very positive tattoo craft…
So, please do not discourage each others’ language. You never know how it may bless you, just being nice to someone else. It isn’t all about money, FBlikes and Posts Dayal. It’s not all about motives and votes. Its what is in your mind that colours your judgement of others. Am sorry my friend, you asked me to write. Now I write about paint.