Saturday, June 27, 2020

A Journey



My favourite drawing medium is Oil Pastel. For me it is the most direct way to painting landscapes, but in my country it has a bad name. Almost everyone seem to think it is a amateurish way of painting, they say the colors fade with time, the most professional way of painting according to everyone seems to be Oil Painting. It is such strong belief held by so many that I believed them for many years and threw away almost all of the drawings I did. But one day I found that one of the most iconic images in the world of art "The Scream" done by the Norwegian painter Edvard Munch was done with pastel in 1893. This painting sold for nearly 120 million dollars in 2012.

The agonised face in the painting is said to depict "The Anxiety of the Human Condition", something that seems to have been always present in Munch's life. With a childhood of illness and bereavement Munch always dreaded getting a mental condition that many of his relatives had. No wonder he drew such haunting paintings. He later described his inspiration for the painting as follows:

"I was walking along the road with two friends - the sun was setting - suddenly the sky turned blood red - I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence - there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue - black fjord and the city - my friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety - and I sensed an infinite scream passing through nature". 

There are many theories for why the sky turned blood red including the volcanic eruption of Mount Krakota, one of the most deadly volcanic eruptions in modern history. His work seemed to have frightened the Nazi's for they were banned, but most of the work survived World War II. He painted his own emotional and psychological state which is called soul painting.


Friday, June 26, 2020

A Journey in Art - Short story

I still remember my drawing in grade 3. The old teacher really liked it and gave it 99 marks. She held it up and examined it. The truth is it was a weak painting even considering my age, but the other students were worse. Nobody took art seriously considering it a waste of time and a bad career choice. I was the only one simple minded enough to have great enthusiasm for it. 

I left my small village school and went to a big school and found in that great school not a single person even meekly interested or having the slightest ability in art including the art teacher. But its cousin music was still very popular. You see everyone wanted to be doctors and engineers, but still wanted to sing at a social event just to impress the others. But drawing and painting had no such value and parents discouraged children from it. There was an almost complete lack of interest in art that pervaded the whole country.

But the trouble was I wasn’t a good artist. I had the soul of an artist but the skill of a mediocre draughtsman. But I kept drawing and painting even after I left school. Unfortunately I could not find a job as an artist and instead decided on a career in accountancy. With time I forgot all about art. But I felt that there was something missing in my life. It depends on who you are but I believe that things like music and art fill a place in at least some peoples minds that would otherwise remain empty. But I know many perfectly happy people who are not interested in either - it is something that has always baffled me.