Transient Pages

Hello…..I love reading through this (my) blog, its almost like I had abandoned it, but I guess I will start posting in a while.

09 jun 2013

What lies beyond the accepted structure? Is there a sense of conformity that seeps through the art domain from the society? Is it quite normal then, that the people who deal with the art, try to break out of this conformity, this standardization, and they do, and say they do it so well, that puts their work way ahead of times. And when they show it to the society, and for the sole reason their work is way ahead of times that it eventually doesn’t go well, is it fair in the part of the artist to get disappointed by the fact it didn’t go well with the majority?

Hmm…what ever! when the sun is shining and the sky is clear, you should take a stroll outside and be close to nature. 

Why are we so fond of imagery? Is it because our cognizance is predominantly through the visual sense?

Wait, is it true in the first place? What happens if one day we are devoid of images, just plain white plainness as far as the eye could cover, no colour, no structures, no form, like a never ending dessert covered with white snow. And if we live in such a place, being alone, no other creature, having no opportunity to see our own facial reflection. Then would we long to get back to the sheer madness of our present existence?

And what if we lived in such a place, filled with nothing from the beginning of our lives, how distant would this present life be, would it even exist then?

Maybe there’s something you’re afraid to say, or someone you’re afraid to love, or somewhere you’re afraid to go. It’s gonna hurt. It’s gonna hurt because it matters.  John Green

i can’t believe how many blogs i have on tumblr being anonymous! life’s been quite crazy in the past six months, i feel happy i dared to take chances, and pursue what i believed i wanted to do…..nevertheless am still confused about many things, but they are all new confusions, chaotic as it might sound its actually much better to ride through these.

Hey, thats no way to say good bye  Leonard cohen

Needle of death  Bert Jansch

They’re leaving me behind  Nick Drake

Diamond day Vashti Bunyan

Art is not about being about something. Art is like reading a fiction, it is a personal experience.

Once I was all alone
right beneath the transparent sky

I was on my own
waiting, just to fly

He sang, ‘won’t you tell me,
when you are gone…’

I was searching for the perfect time
to take off

but every type of freedom
finally sinks to the ground

I just might want to fly…still.

The sky can disappear right through the eyes of the beholder. 

He said “It was least expected.” and he continued.

“Just when you believe things are going as they should be, and you are content with life for its beauty, and feel an ocean of gratefulness inside you. And suddenly everything falls apart, tumbling over each other, depositing in the most unthought of ways, deep down in the trenches. Challenging your very notion and understanding of life. 

Nothing can compare to moments like this, when you gravely hope it was just a bad dream. To wake up with sadness and get over it in a flash, sucked into the motion of life.”

He paused for a moment and added “But life eventually does that to you, gets you back into the scheme of the universe, it accommodates you into the ever-evolving pattern, in spite of!”

The days are numbered not by itself, but by the minds that lurk at time from behind the boulders of captured knowledge. Knowledge captured and labeled, is limited and only pretends to be. Limitless things are many, and life is one. Days flowing through the sky, are but the same as the life that flows within each of us, unbridled and continuous. Knowledge is the path, that takes us towards life, life in its entirety, life that is vibrant, life that is self supported by itself, life that is self assured of its own grandeur.

Oct, 2011