Life begins with the typical A for Apple (for some it is the
apple till the very end), and after some roti, kapada and makkan on the way,
not necessarily in that order, we all crave for art. Art is happiness, peace,
the universal language understood across boundaries.
With arts, it is always an affair of frequent break ups, hot
and sour. Sometimes with colour, sometimes in black and white, sometimes a
portrait, sometimes an abstract, sometimes its pencils, sometimes is with pens,
sometimes on paper, sometimes on wall, sometimes on the cover, sometimes on
last page, sometimes with brush, sometimes with fingers, sometimes its
typography, sometimes its illustration, sometimes its scenic, sometimes its
graphic, sometimes on canvas, sometimes on walls, sometimes on clay, it all
began as child’s play.
Not all of us are inspired by Da Vinci or Ravi Varma, Frieda
Kahlo or Antonio Gaudi, M F Husain or Michelangelo, but in the mundane daily thing
called life, for it still has codes to be cracked and rules to be crossed. The
sketches in the pre historic man’s cave say it all. It speaks of history, life
and dreams. Every piece has a told untold. Be it a child’s scribble or an artist‘s
doodle. All of us are fascinated by stories and art is the best medium of
expression which we indulge in, knowingly or unknowingly.
கலை சொலஂலி
தாரீரோ,
கதை
சொலஂலி
தாரீரோ.
Both the art and the artist are mysterious things often with
layers of thoughts and stories entwined within. Also both an artist and his art,
is immortal, as rightly said- Fall in love with an artist, you will never die. They
light your heart or break your heart. As human and artists we take our subjects
as nature, fellow human beings, future, the unknown, relationships and
feelings. We express things had have happened to us and more often things we
wish happened. Art is the freedom we seldom express. The more of art we create,
the more we feel liberated on one side and the more we reach to explore the
unknown.
When we create art, we leave a piece of us in it and that
makes it close to heart and sometimes a masterpiece. It is something so much
ours. Sometimes we find happiness when
we can totally relate to someone’s piece of art and understand the story behind
it.
Good art inspires, good design motivates. With one half of us wanting to have what the
rest of the world has, the other half of us craves for thing customized, personalized.
We go in search of handmade, original and artistically delivered products. More
of the art vs artist’s revolutions and forums for people to exhibit their
individual skills need to be made. With millions of artworks dying and scores
of artists finding it difficult to make living, it is the right time we start
loving arts again and give artists what they deserve the most- Respect. We should give more space for freedom of
expression and understand the importance of being an artist as a career option.
So let us all stop being closet artists and proudly display
our piece of works (and also others). Let’s not stop and stare at them just in
galleries and studios. Let them adorn
the walls of our rooms, the clothes we wear, the food we eat and the roads we
travel. Paint on the fingers is more beautiful than manicured and painted
fingers. Let’s break stereotypes and relearn our
alphabets. This time it is – A FOR ART.
