What a rush, it has been for last few months, before I coaxed out some grains of time and grabbed my brush... only to find that time has washed out my creativity.
I told myself that I am no Picasso.. hence I have no point to prove.. no expectation to meet, when it comes to painting. This is my new one:
This one is called 'Convergence'. I christened it so as I was trying to exhale all the heat of events and converge my focus onto my inner-self. The shade of peace and single pointedness that I find when I let those colors speak for themselves and blend in each other... The fine smirk, that crosses my lips when I looks at the same painting after months, of being painted. The convergence of light and life that concentrates in the soul and makes me what I am, 'contended'!
Was this heavy? I don't know and frankly, I don't care! I feel light in spite of being in a not-so-right phase of life... Am happy, that's what this painting means to me.
Until next time....
