The artist is an experimenter, a creator who is constantly finding new outlets for his creative energy. The true artist doesn’t stand still, doesn’t fear movement, doesn’t worry about getting mud on his boots or cobwebs on his cloak, and fearless ventures where no sane person has gone before.
I am variegated. The term variegated means, “exhibiting different colors, especially as irregular patches or streaks.” I exhibit different colors and their appearance is quite irregularly spaced in my life. So, of being variegated, I am confident. Whether I am an artist or not, is still a moot matter. We will see how things transpire in the future, but I if we keep public perception aside, and leave me alone in a room with my alter-ego, I have a feeling that their conversations with each other would begin with “Hello artist.”
Experimenters come with their patience settings preset – and before God tossed me down into this Pandora-kissed world, he set mine to sub-zero. So, I’m always in a hurry. I sketch like the world could tumble off Atlas’s back any moment, I paint with an urgency that would make you think if I was about to explode…I just hurry through everything.
I have no idea whether you are any of the three. Variegated? Artist? Impatient? But if you are – you know what its like to feel driven all the time. It’s exhausting!
I do get exhausted – and when I do, the writer takes over. As of now, I’m firing on all my artist-cylinders!
We’ll talk more about my journey, as and when the writer in me wants to freelance for the artist.
Image: A tiny rectangle from my 2019 painting “Sublime.” (Medium: Oil, Size: 3 ft x 4 ft.)