Art and its wider implications

Claude Oscar Monet's impressionist art captures the general impression produced by a scene or object, attempting to accurately and objectively record visual reality. His painting above depicts a pond in a set of mural-sized canvases where abstract renderings of plant and water emerge from broad strokes of color. As inspiring as it is, art is a powerful medium used to manifest our existence, thereby giving us an opportunity to make sense of the world around us. The art piece above (as per my interpretation) conveys the fullness that life represents, and the different canvases comprise different stages in our life and the diverse set of people we meet. Each stroke illustrates the whirlwinds or the quiet we encounter through these different stages and the colors epitomize our moods. Monet's paintings more often than not articulate calm, reflection and the fullness that life represents.

Though art in general can be soothing, healing and may even project our latent desires onto a canvas.

Carl Jung, a Swiss Psychiatrist, said that the creative process consists of elaborating and shaping an image into a finished work. Through this shape, the artist translates it into a language of the present, making it possible for us to find a way back to the deepest springs of life. The aesthetic consideration for any creative work provokes thought and enables us to view things from an alternative perspective. I believe that the intellectual stimulation ignited by art is inspiring.
Art speaks to you, capturing the inner essence of nature or objects. However, many ideas that transform into works of art are an attempt by the artist to declare the unsaid. Similarly authors, songwriters and bloggers don't realize that their subconscious finds a way into their writing, indicative of hidden truths lurking in their minds. For every artist (be it a sculptor, painter or writer), expression equates to catharsis. And as an observer we may somehow be emotionally invested in what we view. Therein lies inspiration, giving birth to creation.

Back after long hiatus

Ever wonder if you could turn back time and do things differently? Would my current situation have been better had I acted differently? This raises a very potent question in my mind...am I living with regrets? As I ponder over this question and look back on the last three years, the metamorphosis seems surreal.

A new phase of my life began as I stumbled upon a unique role in a different city. As in any new city we struggle to find our feet, and I had my share of predicaments. However, being with family and indulging myself with books helped me reel back to the life I had long forgotten.

The journey also comprised a spiritual awakening and reinvigorating family values, helping me set my priorities right. Blogging and writing for pleasure took a backseat as authoring business stories found its way into my life. Surprisingly this lively, boisterous movie buff found solace in seclusion, though not to the extent of being an introvert; drawing parity between time spent with self and others.

Through all these experiences, I began defining my path. The choices I made, the answers I chased and the fight to avoid losing myself in the crowd, made me who I am today. And then the staggering truth came to light...my journey was anything but regretful because during the course of it, I found me...