Song of the Village

 

VILLAGE SONG by Sarojini Naidu

Full are my pitchers and far to carry,

Lone is the way and long,

Why, O why was I tempted to tarry

Lured by the boatmen’s song?

Swiftly the shadows of night are falling,

Hear, O hear, is the white crane calling,

Is it the wild owl’s cry?

There are no tender moonbeams to light me,

If in the darkness a serpent should bite me,

Or if an evil spirit should smite me,

Ram Re Ram! I shall die.

My brother will murmur, ‘Why doth she linger?’

My mother will wait and weep,

Saying, ‘O safe may the great gods bring her,

The Jamuna’s waters are deep…’

The Jamuna’s waters rush by so quickly,

The shadows of evening gather so thickly,

Like black birds in the sky…

O! if the storm breaks, what will betide me?

Safe from the lightning where shall I hide me?

Unless Thou succor my footsteps and guide me,

Ram Re Ram! I shall die.

in to the Blue....

Blue is the color of the sky and sea. It is often associated with depth and stability. It symbolizes trust, loyalty, wisdom, confidence, intelligence, faith, truth, and heaven. Blue is considered beneficial to the mind and body. Blue gives a feeling of distance. Artists use it to to show perspective. The earliest known blue dyes were made from plants – woad in Europe, indigo in Asia and Africa, while blue pigments were made from minerals, usually either lapis lazuli or azurite.

“I don't want a rainbow... Rainbows have too many colors and none of them receive the appreciation they deserve... I'd prefer a fading red or a striking golden, a shimmery silver or a sober blue... Ruling the sunset sky alone!” -- Debalina Haldar

“It's the colors that will make you stray. They sing to you, the not-blue and the searing light, and no matter how tightly you tie yourself to the inbetween, eventually you will break free.No one swims only in the shallow water.” -- Betsy Cornwell

“The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.”    -- Haruki Murakami 

Pink Turns Blue

Pink Turns Blue

If Two Worlds Kiss
Lost somewhere in paradise
A lonesome king feels cold at night
A dreamy shadow memory
A wild desire I'm loving you
The hate I felt was never true
Impulses I can't understand
Lighted by your true blue eyes
I always knew I's telling lies
Waiting always everywhere
Love is changing all my life
Destined to make me laugh and cry
Despair has settled over me
If two worlds kiss
A kind of change is going on
The Gods have fallen, my safety's gone
Who gains the world I lost my soul
Restless eyes some pleasant smiles
I'm burdened for the rest of life
Enough to tell the definite truth
If two worlds kiss

© 1987 Fun Factory! Musikverlag
Music & Words: Mic Jogwer

Abstract art

  Beauty and meaning is in the eye of the beholder  

In the late Nineteenth century, artists wished to break away from traditional representation of physical objects in its real shape. They started to explore the relationships of forms and colours instead of representing the world through recognisable images. In this genre of art, the artistic content depends on internal form rather than pictorial representation. Various types of Abstract art includes Cubism, Neoplasticism, and Abstract Expressionism.

"We are all hungry and thirsty for concrete images. Abstract art will have been good for one thing: to restore its exact virginity to figurative art" 

-- Salvador Dali

"Painting, like music, has nothing to do with reproduction of nature, nor interpretation of intellectual meanings. Whoever is able to feel the beauty of colors and forms has understood non-objective [abstract] painting."

-- Hilla Rebay , The beauty of Non Objectivity

Everything is art, because there is an aesthetic component to everything one does.The feeling concieved by connoisseur is significant in enjoying Abstract art. Often our perspective reflects what we are and some times others don't see what seems plain to us. Along with the Artist, the viewer too can use his imagination in enjoying the piece of Art. This vivid scope for interpretation at  an individual level is the beauty of Abstract art.

 I was not fond of Abstract art until I bought some acrylic paint and started trying out the possibilities of experimenting with textures and shades. The overwhelming joy of playing with colours and textures. Just letting the hands move stirring the mind and pleasing the eyes. ....eternal bliss...!!!!

Though I wrote big words about my experience while playing with colours, I am not sure if my attempt to create abstract paintings reached the mark. But then, as someone told,

'Miles to go before I sleep'  I have time to paint more and refine myself............. 

Threshold 

Starting point of an experience.

 

Threshold