If Art be the much-loved child
carried to term and delivered by the nurturing womb of Creativity
which in turn, is impregnated by the sperm seed of an Idea
what else can Curiosity be
…but the passionate union?
And yet it takes two to unite, to create.
But Art,
owned by the artist and not the inspiration,
remains forevermore the mother’s child.
FLAMINGOS is the story of two realities (flight & bondage) juxtaposed in a corner of Mumbai’s forgotten history.
I read an email forward about the difference between a man and a woman. One of the points said that a man who walked into a party and saw another man wearing the same tee-shirt wouldn’t give him the cold shoulder but instead greet him like a longlost friend and…
I think it would be fair to say that in my choices in the opposite sex, I’ve been a ‘brains’ person, a girl who liked geeks. In those personality quiz thingies, my answers have leant in the direction of Einstein & Socrates rather than Brad Pitt & Adonis. My men…
Another man joins the ranks of predators and this time it’s a brown, woke man called Aziz Ansari.
I like to call it a frisson in friendship, not even something important enough to merit beginning with capitals and being preceded with a ‘the’
Writers are sad people,
stewing in the acrid juices of their own guilt
frustration, shame, impotence
hoping to turn a spicy marinade or a fine wine at the end.
Art may remain the mother’s child, but always enjoyed/felt/interpreted by the beholders eye, So yes it does take two to unite. the outcome is art not just the artwork …
hope I made some sense atleast.