Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Artist's Word



I am an artiste because I am vocal but not vocal because I am an artiste. Most of the people who know me, especially my friends, they label me as 'very vocal'. I have learned through the experiences of my life that being vocal and speaking one's mind is not an easy task for many. It takes a lot of courage to speak your mind, espeially when you know that you will in trun be reprimanded. Some have a vague idea that being vocal is one the signs of an artiste. "If you are an artiste, then be vocal first, if not anything else." so speaks the clan of artistes with dog tag hanging around their necks venting (read puking)- "Go 'F' yourself if you don't understand me". Its like wearing a bra and then realising that you also need 'bosoms' to fit in those. Hence 'lets go for a sex change'.

The point is, every artist, or I should rephrase and say that if someone is truely an artiste, then that person should be himself first in nothing else, because he wants to express himself without thinking that what some other artiste would have done if he/she was in this situation and then copy that person. He is an artiste because he is vocal and express without any other's influence. Being vocal is not the issue but being someone what you are not is, and that's what I see people doing and they often mistake me as one of them.

I detest some of my fellow colleagues who name/tag me as expressionist. Expression through art is not expressionism, its a lost art in itself. It is if I may refer, a subjective representation without physical reality. On the other hand my approach involves 100% physical reality and most of the time is journalistic one. I am brought up in a family of professionals of different trade as well as artiste of different genres. My education was a motley of realism and aesthetics through out my childhood. I was always given the liberty of choosing every little thing in my life. I was never pampared with luxury (Oh! who are fooling, we couldn't afford any), always shown the balance of love and life, made to shoulder responsibilities when needed, made to deal with exigency. And according to me this what is realism. I strived to find the right place for myself in the social skeleton for almost 3 years. After 5 frustrating and suffocating attempts at different odd jobs I finally saw that creating something I always loved that is what I always wanted to do. I don't take photos to win a competition or supersede someone's work. I work with my own flow. Life had taught me to adjust the sails according to the directions of the wind however I never forgot to sail for the unknown at times, and I think this is aesthetics.

I am an individual who is vocal and to show what he sees, he became a photographer. Why photography? Now that is another story.

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