Tuesday, April 25, 2006

its not easy to write this...an open diary.let us call an edited diary.it lacks the truthfulness of a diary and beauty of a created piece.

but what is truth?is it written document of our inner and outer life?can we know our own truths?there is a strong urge in everybody to justify ourselves...the strong emotions...love ,hatred,jealousy,posessiveness,loneliness,laziness,oversubjectivity,over sentimentalism.....these are to be avoided in your life and artwork...they say.but when we take out or remove the turbulence what is left?

the silent murmur of withdrawing waves,wet sand ...is this enough?


3 comments:

Matthew Carter said...

thank you for your comment...

It seems like the turbulence is often what makes things so beautiful.

Sometime I hope to be able to embrace the turbulence in myself.

rasmi said...

the tubulence in one's self..!yes, thats what makes the world tick,right? thanks.

Salil said...

There is a market value for being truth these days. It costs a lot to be truthfull, hence it is a bestseller too ..