My Playground

My Playground

Medium: Acrylic on Canvas
Dimension: 122cm x 91cm
Year: 2011
 
…i shaved my head just months ago…nine years of life with unmatted locks…
 
…sometimes it feels like my old self has died and withered away
 
it took me awhile to get into this new me…
 
and here in this work, which i could also call…my visual autobiography
…i wanted to remember all those who had played a role…
 
in me being me and sharing this world with me…
 
i drew the man who brought me into this world…
a multi talented musician who never saw a stage…
…holding the woman in his palm…within whose womb
rose six little us, brothers and sisters…
 
…the eldest one like a “watchcat” still keeps us sane
…and the elephant god of the family, with one finger odd
still showers each with a bloom of love every time…
 
my mother’s father, the man with a “cerut” and a stick in hand hidden within the diver’s hat…
..well he taught me to see life, closing the mind’s eye to see through the heart
…i think i remember how the white brother called the native indian
“Paraya dog”…only that he didn’t understand…
 
that a “parayar” is but a messenger originally, a modern day reporter…
an advertiser who was more an orator and much more
 
…so i drew him with the drum that still beats within the heart of every man
…within everyone who has a story to tell…to someone else…
 
i will say here of the bird that seems to scream at the clown within the bone…
that it is a symbol of a woman who taught me how i should not live…
 
i have only learnt from then…that those who come to hurt are the best teachers
…they have only come to clear the dirt that i had accumulated…
 
some things i can’t say directly! children like my daughter would be reading too..
…so the man with the head of a bear and a bulb in his hand
…is but the symbol of creative juice that flows up from the pillar of desire…held…and held again…nine times to be sure…
…that turns that something white into colors and shapes
and images flood without a pause within that moment…
 
my seers and friends….the ones who were patient enough to let me grow…
without teaching but through guiding…
 
…well, i placed them on a dais and planted a few within the man with the elephant trunk…
one gave me a “geetanjali” and three canvases…
another showed me the might of chisels
another painted images within me…without a perspective
and one wrote me in “life” bestowing the word “symbols” that stays till now
 
…a man with feathers, a white beard and a twin tower as a crown
an artist who no longer is among our kind…a laureate of the land
…he once spoke to me and shared the difference between tradition and art
i walked away in anger…only to treasure his words when i came to know a little more art later…
 
…a romantic sits holding a flower…he is the one who spoke love and romance
and shifted my anger into calmness…that i become a painter not in anger
 
and there stands one who seems to lean against a rubber tree…
well he took what i thought to be trash and sold it as art and opened my eyes…
 
the man who bought my first painting in my days of hardship…
sits with a crown made of a temple roof that is his so deservingly
…who else can claim a book and a treasure
that the common man pass, hardly viewing, praying and walking around
…a green wise man sits holding my head, below the elephant’s trunk…
he is but the finest of the fine..seer and sage and all
…one who re-moulded my course with his presence and grace…
and made possible…a path and a meeting…
 
there is another who sits in the palm of the green chili, the one who enlarged my mind
to see small bigger and big, much bigger…
my four friends, one yellow and three yellowish brown…
they sit, one as an ant on my shoulder, a she, as a green human holding a bird
another holding an umbrella on a yellow pipe
and the other…with a canvas on the head and a slice of bread…
did you see the chameleon? that is the symbol of two more buddies mine…
we speak the same tongue, laugh the same and see the world alike…
 
the two kittens that decorate my chest…one is a daughter, the other another daughter mine…
both are two little treasures that i own…one is sixty three and the other is seventy three…
my years added into theirs!!
 
my wife who is now my best friend sits next to the bear man
…i had to give her the aura…
i cannot imagine anyone taking care of my one child who is half divine and half monster…
 
the bird that stands about to fly…it came halfway, grew along with me  and now is part of my world……it has got a worm…yet the eternal bond holds it and it is fine…
 
by the way…i chopped my right arm to say i hardly use my left thinking brain
…and that extra hand is mine too…it is my belief…that the creative male has to have  an intuitive female in mind and the female…well she has to be a male in mind!
 
…and that “watch” like thing with the plant is a symbol of time…
…the moment…that i see through myself…!
 
i now live in a green sacred garden all mine…
…and there is a playground in which i live, paint and do all others without a thought
….and i have an ethereal visitor who visits me there when the moment is right…
 
i can go on and on but there are too many things there…so enjoy the playground……i am going to end here and if we happen to meet sometime, someday…then i will sit patiently and explain all…

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August 5, 2015