Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Letting Life Happen



It has been a hectic blogging spree for me for the past few days. I have met and made friends with a lot of amazing people in the blogosphere. These are friendships that transcend space and boundaries, because when art speaks to you, it speaks to your soul. It inspires you to create. To live. To slow down. To breathe. 
Art is alive. It is not the artist. It is more than what the artist is. Because it is also what the artist wants to be. The artist is human. Art is her attempt at things more celestial. It is her attempt to dream things that are somewhere above her, in a place more glorious and more beautiful than the world she lives in. An artist lives multiple lives, dies numerous deaths. Art is those lives and deaths that are not her own, but that she experiences every day. It is the dance she was too awkward to dance, the song she could never strike that right note of, the painting she spilled wrong colors on, the dessert with an extra pinch of sugar, the verses that never rhymed. Art is the artist's imperfection. It is what makes her go on. She loves what she creates, but it never satisfies her, because she has a taste. For utter brilliance. She explores and pushes her human limits expecting a new glimmer every time. She is always trying. Never, ever content. Art is her child. She suffers to give birth to it, and she is reborn when it is born. She protects it from mediocrity, and nurtures it in details. She knows it is not perfect, but she loves it none the less. Art is the mark of her affair with life. A passionate, ignited affair, the flames of which burn her soul and keep her thirsty all the time.

I am going to take a break. And allow an inspiration to engulf me, till I write my next post. I am going to lay back for a while and allow that inspiration to happen.

15 comments:

ayala said...

This is lovely!

Anne said...

And that is the plain truth. Your rejuvenated self will be formidable, I'm sure :-) Rest!

Helen said...

Wow....
So much to contemplate...
To fully embrace each sliver of this multifaceted thought, I may have to read and savor one sentence per day.

Darshan Chande said...

Many a time you read the words that touch your heart for no knowable reason and wet your eyes of sheer bliss of reading them. Has it ever happened to you? I bet it has! It's amazing words have such power; to create the magic that melts hearts... And sometimes, your words do the same; like the ones above.

Regina said...

"Art..is the dance she was too awkward to dance, the song she could never strike.. the verses that never rhymed. Art is the artist's imperfection."
I think you hit it! I enjoyed your thoughts today.
I'm behind..odly on the poetry sites. I knew I'd need to spend a little more time. Your page is beautiful and I love your profile pic too!
Wishing you new inspiration (your right- it will come in the stillness)
Regards-

Pugs said...

absolutely loved !!

Angie@Echoes of Laughter said...

A blogging break is good for the soul! Enjoy! Angie xo

ima girl said...

Art is alive ♥ I agree.

Love your blog it is so inspiring to me.

Jyoti Mishra said...

"Art is alive." this line has made ur post magical.

Lovely
Take rest, and come back with a bang !!!

Gyanban said...

It's a bell curve you know - you start, you excel, you plateau ,and then you decline finally hit writers block.

Sustaining this is the real deal.Because unlike duty, creativity has a habit of slipping away every now and then !

Mary said...

Enjoy your break from blogging for a bit. I agree sometimes a break can be helpful....I will look for you when you return.

magiceye said...

WOW!
love your thoughts!

waiting for your new post now!

Reflections said...

This is simply beautiful art in and of itself. Enjoy your break, will look forward to your return.

Rachti Aggarwal said...

Brilliant piece of Art.

"An artist lives multiple lives, dies numerous deaths", really love this line.

You now have 1 more follower.

Anonymous said...

Truly Beautiful!!! Art is indeed Alive and is breathing in persons like you whose words portrays simplicity .of Life
"...She loves what she creates, but it never satisfies her, because she has a taste. For utter brilliance. She explores and pushes her human limits expecting a new glimmer every time. She is always trying. Never, ever content. Art is her child. She suffers to give birth to it, and she is reborn when it is born. She protects it from mediocrity, and nurtures it in details. She knows it is not perfect, but she loves it none the less. Art is the mark of her affair with life. A passionate, ignited affair, the flames of which burn her soul and keep her thirsty all the time." Each little thing i write ,may be good or bad, is close to my heart. i feel the beauty of creation and its divine!!!