The Spectator

“You use a glass mirror to see your face; you use works of art to see your soul”- George Bernard Shaw. In my college days I experienced the greatest degree of pleasure in having contact with works of art. They furnish me with happy feelings of an intensity.

“Are we to paint what's on the face, what's inside the face, or what's behind it?”- Pablo Picasso asked this. Each second we live is a new and unique moment of the universe, a moment that will never be again. Hold it, touch it, feel it by your arm,eyes and mind. Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures. “Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen” - Leonardo da Vinci

In my early days when I used to paint a little, write a little and think a little. Those days when I did things as per my wish… Some piece of reminiscence uploaded here.

The road I traveled up until now, had several twist and turn. Sometime I felt lonely and exhausted and thought living the path unexplored. On that very time, (the moments of silence and turmoil) Robert Frost pushed me from the back and I took the journey again. Coming few posts will be dedicated to those landmarks I left behind. ROAD LESS TRAVELED Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth Then took the other as just as fair And having perhaps the better claim Because it was grassy and wanted wear Though as for that, the passing there Had worn them really about the same And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet, knowing how way leads onto way I doubted if I should ever come back I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence Two roads diverged in a wo...