When you feel all the imagination, creativity and madness running in your veins, when you march to the beats of a different drummer and know that it is the only way for you because you can feel it running in your veins!
Some moments, when interrupted, last forever. Like a sense of déjà vu. Like a splash of sudden color that lights up the encircling greys and breaks the continuum. Some blips are beautiful and some interruptions make us do a double take at the past and the present just like a sense of déjà vu.
When the impermanence of the human condition is what made the Gods jealous, shouldn’t we build and rebuild our hopes and dreams in as many colors and as many textures as we can? Construct and reconstruct, tear down and build again, because the impermanent joy of building is what makes life precious, the permanence of completion is an illusion.
The beauty and symmetry of nature one sees in a forest bathed in green and gold can only be marveled at. The deep but subtle hues, the many textures, the depth of green all around is a sight to breathe in that does wondrous things to the soul. Perhaps we should never attempt to describe it, only revel in it as nature intended.
This painting captures the mood of an inner search that is fraught with interruptions, a journey where the roads start and end with interruptions and do not often meet.The struggle lies in choosing the roads to take and the paths to not, knowing full well that in this transformative process the journey you start will not be the journey you end with.
You find yourself in the middle of a dream, you are taking a walk in the park with the sun at its zenith, where everywhere you see it is green and fresh. You wake up, look out the window; it is high noon and the day is still young!
Fury, anger, hellfire, brimstone… all make up the path that the mind obsessed with desire and loss must cross.
Mindscapes that chase the undulations of movement, coincidences and serendipity and the resultant chaos that still points us to the heart of the matter.
The emotion this painting inspires in me is the power and the beauty of thunderstorms that rage both within the mind as well as outside of it. Its inherent nature remains the same; the separate beauty of the wind howling in the trees, the lashing rain, the thunder and lightning cannot alone account for its majestic beauty and the order in its chaos.
A patchwork of desire that runs amok- interrupted, determined and visible only when one stops to look back at the trail of color left behind..
Hinglaz Bardoloi