Sunday, August 15, 2010
It is amazing how the same thought finds myriad ways of expression through different forms of art.
I am not a painter. I know. But, colours have been generous to me this season.
It was a rainy Thursday. This time the words spoke. It was nice to see their playful mood. The chalky-white space had been their home for a few months now. They said they were bored and needed some colour. I was happy to help. Some colours, a paint brush, and a 'spray-yourself', was all they needed. What happened was - diffusion !
She sees him touching her breath
She breathes that touch in, and
With it, all that is him -
Deep within distance diffuses.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Colours have a way around me. They tempt me as much as words do.
Some oil-pastels bought almost two years ago re-surfaced one day. The Greens smiled and spoke to me first. Then, they introduced me to the Browns and the Yellows. Together, we struck up a Conversation.