I have to admit that there was a time when I judged abstract
expressionism as unskillful and immature. ‘A child can paint that’, I often
remarked at art museums.
When I started taking lessons at art school I swore that I would
paint soft and soulful images. I never thought that I would one day harbor this
burning desire for abstract expressionism. But I am finding myself strongly
drawn towards it on occasions.
So - why abstraction? Why do I choose this seemingly senseless
form of art? Why do I derive great satisfaction from such compositions?
Though I am quiet capable of formulating a strong and respectful
argument for this new cause that inspires me, the truth of it is really -
pretty simple! My paintings are representative of the state of my mind and the
quality of my mood is depicted in the colors.
I cannot fully explain my moods so I cannot provide concrete
reasons for my choices of color. But the quality of my mind at a given moment
is usually clear to me.
Over the years I’ve realized that all forms of knowing result in
the same findings!
Be it spiritual or scientific - all human findings are subject
to relativity. Just as in the scientific world there is no clarity of what is
'real' anymore, similarly in the spiritual world too there is no absolute
clarity on the ultimate purpose of life and living.
Our lives have as much meaning and purpose as we assign to it.
Perspective too is different for a given subject depending on the space
occupied by the painter. Everything in the real world has a component of being
unreal - we will never know who draws the image in the mirror, sounds the echo
or guides us from within ourselves.
This awareness frees up my art as well. The abstractions that I
conjure are as representative of the world as the physical objects present
within it.
But of course even my choices are forever
changing.