Discovering the Artist within me (Part IV) – I am what I think.

I am what I think, and because art is an artist’s expression, my art too would have a bit of me in it. If it has then by logical extension, my art is my thoughts. When my thoughts stretch beyond the realm of cognitive thinking and spill over its boundaries, they become my feelings and emotions, so my art should also be my feelings and emotions. This is why my art would be the outcome of my past interactions with the world, for they shaped my thoughts, feelings, and emotions. Some of these are buried in my subconscious, but most live in a twilight zone that exists between my conscious clarity and my sub-conscious nebulosity.

In my paintings, I sometimes return to caricatures. Mostly because the watered down version of reality that we often deal with in our lives, doesn’t let us experience life completely. Evil exists, and often its darker than black. Goodness too exists and sometimes it brighter than white. We usually choose to experience life in moderate shades of gray.

The Darkest Grays and the Deepest Blacks

A boy we’ve known from childhood can be a little wayward, but he cannot be the rapist who pulled out the entrails of a girl he violated. A bow-legged nephew who is always so charming in his manners, cannot be a pedophile who molests a woman’s daughter. An eighty year old frail woman couldn’t have gotten her sons beaten black and blue by her husband because she liked seeing her husband beat his sons whom she had hated bearing.

We choose not the believe the darkest grays and the deepest blacks, because believing would lead us to question everything around us, and our virtual safety bubble that allows us to sleep peacefully at nights, would vanish.

The Lightest Grays and the Brightest Whites

We also raise eyebrows when a billionaire decides to spend his billions in research and development that doesn’t turn his billions into trillions but helps the masses that hang from the cliff of their existence by their fingernails. We don’t trust his good intentions. We find ourselves at a loss of words when a client doesn’t try to bargain our skin off our backs.

We see the hand of God at work when anyone goes out of his or her way to help, because such bright and light grays and such brilliant whites appear impossible in our imperfect human world.

I think that as an artist I attempt to capture these two ends of the human spectrum, for what lies in the middle is a diluted version of life. I believe artists must think and feel, and then reach out to pull the two ends into their work. 

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Do you see God in this Picture? Calling Believers, Atheists, and Agnostics – Now!

Today I replace a caricature post about the Devil (Hitler) with a post about God.

You know why?

Because…

I am speechless.
I am an agnostic who never bothered – but this photograph shot a couple of days ago in France, bothers me!
And I am wondering whether it’s God’s Image that I see in this photograph!

  • Should I believe, is what I ask?
  • Do you believe, you should ask!

If you believe you know who is there in this picture.
If you don’t tell me why you still don’t?

Resting the words…Here’s the picture, that Vivienne Tuffnell, the author of Strangers and Pilgrims shot at Mont Saint Michel.

Is that a sign from God - an image of God projected from the heavens - is that a miracle at Mont Saint Michel (France) shot by Vivienne Tuffnell.

Is that God's Image?

Vivienne has experienced benevolent presences before. Her interpretations have kept me swinging between being a believer and remaining where I am…until now!

Read her post “Miracle at Mont Saint Michel” here.

Is this a sign from God – to her, to all of us, to the world that’s headed towards doom?

(The short link for this post is http://wp.me/pJgyP-eF , if you want to tweet it.)