Being an Artist the first thing that comes to mind is Art….of all sizes and shapes, of all mediums and colors, of all genre and nature.
Many a times have I looked at the horizon and wondered the canvas on which the nature painted itself. Be it the blue skies, shades and nuances of yellow, orange and red sunsets, the dark night sky with twinkles here and there…the blue mountains that spanned across my native land, the green foliage that spread out its arms beckoning us to its lap, the clear blue streams and coziness of mother Nature. Everything appears in its height of artistic talent and creativity.
Nature I believe is a great tutor. It shows in myriad ways the profound talent of mixing colors. Perhaps each object, to a close observer, presents itself as an inspiration to the human talent.
I feel emotionally bound with my piece of art when I am in the process of making it. It stirs me up with varied emotions be it writing or painting. I feel purged, emotionally. It freshens me up and I am deeply satisfied (whether that satisfies the viewer is a different matter all together)
What is your say in it? Do you feel the same? Do you differ? What’s your experience as an Artist?