With
a pen in hand, as if compared to a painter’s brush, I decided to write
something, compared as an art piece of a painter…this is something too close to
my soul, just like a painting close to an artist’s soul…something which defines
myself, my attributes, my concerns, and my choices… . The canvas was the paper
on which I decided to write…I think scribbling will be a better word… just like a painter, I picked
up the pen, which in an artist’s case will be a painting brush…I saw the white
sheet in front of me…thought what to write, compose, indite … then waited for a
while… rose from the chair on which I was sitting… decided to go near the
window, and felt the monsoon like weather all over me… it was raining outside….
I came back to my writing space, and once again thought to continue with my
scribbling, hoping this time a new concept might emerge… as an artist, I once
again dipped the brush of my writing into the tub of a conscious colour, decided
to add some water… that is something fluid, or more adaptable to my thought
process… . To enhance the painting I decided to add bright colours… (please
follow that this is something which I am writing, not something which a painter
might paint)…one can interpret this as… a photograph of writing, taken from a
painter’s camera… the colours here will be the conscious and unconscious
thoughts, the brush will be the pen with which I am scribbling, waiting to make
an art piece… in this case it will be a write-up, probably a poem, or a prose…
once again I joined hands with my writing companion(i.e. pen)… and the
scribbling finally came out to be a prose piece, which you are reading now… I
truly enjoyed this small journey, realised myself to be in a painter’s shoe as
well as a writer’s garb… truly liked it… how about you…?
