Expressions and such

We have always yearned to express. Be it the cave paintings or handprints or even the posts in social media, we express – thoughts, desires, opinions, truths, anything and everything.

Sure, words are great. But paintings and drawings are something else. A painting is worth a thousand words; Eddie Redmayne wrote an impressive essay on the IKB (a shade of blue). And, drawing is the one thing that creatively connects us to our long lost foreparents. Go on, make a handprint – that has been done by your foreparents too.

In India, long before we had proper houses and paper, we used to make our own easel by smearing a section of wall with dung. Then we would smear a layer of limestone powder.

Once dried, we would recreate religious stories and cultural themes. Think of Warli paintings.

During Navratri, something similar is done in my home. We use a piece of chart paper of course. We draw a simplistic house and draw a trident signifying the Goddess. This drawing is often made by mixing vermilion with clarified butter. The drawing is the cornerstone of our worship for 9 days, and is drawn again everytime we celebrate this festival.

I thought of making my own drawing of sort. I wanted it to be an image of the masculine spirit – like the one in Puri. As seen in the result, the drawing that i made digitally is gender-fluid. I liked the way the eyes turned out – i wanted them to be wide open, but non-threatening. For some of you who have not been exposed to these kinds of drawings, it might look ominous. But it’s not. The way i see it, the drawing tries to capture the way i think Gods and Goddesses appear – fluid, shape-shifting, as observant as aloof, and a summation of contradictions.

This is not something i drew today. I drew it a year or two back. I was searching for words to write, when i present this piece. Even now, i feel like I’m missing something significant. I’m sure i haven’t been able to express all that i want to express.

Maybe the image speaks for itself, maybe not.

– Drawn on ArtFlow (android)

A kitten hurt

This kitten was different from the others. This little fella has seen what we can and will do, often without any provocation.

Her siblings were wary of my presence, but she was as away from me as you would be from a predator. It took me half an hour of sitting there for her to trust me enough to sit a few feet away from me.

Her face was witness to abuse, and her soul was scarred. Her instincts proved her wrong when she went near one of us. They might name us giants, ogres, and even monsters. Humans is the name we gave ourselves – what has it got to do with them. For them, we’re walking skyscrapers who don’t hesitate to hit and beat.

I read it somewhere. The sure way to ascertain about a society’s advancement is to see the stray cats that wander in that society. Seldom have i seen a friendly stray cat, that speaks volumes about the kind of society we live in.

She wouldn’t let me come close to her. No. She may not know, but she was in a place of worship. I’m not sure if she got hit inside or outside. On second thoughts, it doesn’t make a difference where she got hit and how and why and when.

What matters is the absolute truth that she was hurt and she’s left to find out why she was hurt. Maybe she trusted someone, maybe she went against or with her instincts, maybe she was hungry and decided to take a leap of faith, or maybe she doesn’t yet know.

We’re often taught – treat others how you expect to be treated. I think we define ‘others’ as the people from whom we can benefit.

I guess I’ll stop typing, it’s not like words can change views. Sure, they’ll make civilizations better. But then again; as long as we don’t identity ourselves as one part of the nature, we’ll never really learn. There will continue to be victims – some with names, like Harambe, Katya, Mary, Cecil – while others nameless and hence devoid of human attention.

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