Tuesday, November 9, 2021

Shadow shadow darkest shadow

    Shadow Shadow darkest shadow

Will you too leave me
When the lying reeds in the river bank lie with the wind
Will you still believe me
Shadow Shadow darkest shadow
Will they even sway you
If in anger they bend the truth
Will you then lie too
Shadow shadow darkest shadow
If they say evil about me
When the wind changes its path
They will say evil about you too
Shadow shadow darkest shadow
I have done no great wrong
To make one into a million
Is what makes evil reeds strong
Shadow Shadow darkest shadow
If the wind blows slow
And wicked men use oars to reach me
Will you join them too
Shadow Shadow darkest shadow
If darkness helps your goals
When the Sun no longer shines
Will you sell your Soul
Shadow Shadow my own Shadow
If you ever lose your Soul
In the darkest hour that comes before dawn
Remember the Sun will still unite us.


RJX


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Monday, November 8, 2021

Science that filled the moon with men

Science that filled the moon with men

Built planes rockets and flaming jets

Split the atom to countless shreds

Put empty dreams on bad men's heads

Could not duplicate a simple leaf

Or solace a man filled with grief

Clouds that filled the earth with rain

Filled wells rivers and mighty lakes

Was it the work of earthly heads

Or God's hand overhead

 

Science may harness a million powers

Make greedy men its earnest lovers

Make a few to rule many

Desperate fools without a penny

 

But can they bend the Hands of Time

That neither you, me nor them can grind

No my friend they just can’t

All of us have to reach the Past. 


RJX

Saturday, September 4, 2021

The Kelani River

The idea came to me after seeing Vincent van Gogh's "Starry Night (Rhone)".  It shows stars shinning over the River Rhone, with the (gas) lights of the city reflecting in the river and two figures in the foreground. As far as I was concerned this painting was the most spectacular painting ever painted, and yet there seemed to be for the most part only different tones of two colors - Blue and Yellow. This for me was much better than van Gogh's more famous night paintings like "Cafe Terrace at Night" and "The Starry Night". For me, this painting explored areas of the human soul that we only see (and forget) when we dream at night. So I wanted to draw a similar Dream without in any way copying Van Gogh's painting.


And so many years ago I did one of the weirdest things I have ever done, I decided to stay in the garden at night and paint till morning. The night was infinitely dark and strange, it seemed that everyone had gone to bed, and switched off all the lights. The road was deserted except for a lone cow and the yellowish light of the distant lamp post in the junction showed that the cow was half asleep, but even that was not clear for cows always look like that. A blue-green firefly, very rare for this part of the country flew and disappeared behind a leaf, which made me aware of the garden. Flowers that bloom at night are usually white, and most have a fragrance.

In the foreground, I could see the great river flowing. It moved slowly in the night like destiny itself. It seemed silent, mysterious, and fatal. Overhead there were many strange stars. There was a particularly bright reddish star that didn’t twinkle. Could it be Mars, the one they called the red planet, unfortunately, I could not be sure. Then there was another bright star which for some reason I felt was Venus. Unfortunately, my knowledge of astronomy, like so much else was incomplete. All these thoughts made me tired that I sat down in the garden and couldn’t remember anything after that except the ground felt hard on my head, an annoying cricket made an annoying noise, the smell of grass and marigold flowers and once I imagined that the cow was in the garden.

The hoot of an alarm made me jump, and for a moment I was horrified to find that I was not in bed but outside at night. I went to the gate to see what made that noise and found that it was the siren for the midnight shift of a factory. Then I looked up, god how things had changed. Now it was around two in the morning and the stars were brighter than ever. I couldn't see the Great Bear the only constellation I knew apart from Orion, but I could see a group of prominent stars which curled down and formed what looked exactly like a tail. I wondered whether this was the Scorpion constellation and I still do. And then I felt so energetic that I took a canvas and started to paint and the result was the Acrylic painting I have posted below along with Vincent van Gogh's painting Starry Night (Rhone)

Starry Night (Rhone) - Vincent van Gogh





The Great Kelani River






Saturday, June 19, 2021

Mahaweli River (The Great Sandy River)


Meandering along the valley
Flows the great sandy river
Starting from the central hills
It reaches the sea forever
Kings may come and kings may go
But the river flows on
The river reminds me
We are all one
Flow when the sun is shining
Or in the pouring rain
When you reach the sea in an unknown bay
It'll be destiny's end

Tuesday, June 8, 2021

Far far away from shore

 


Far far from the shore

In a place I don’t want to go

Lies a sunken ship

The ship they called greed

 

We once sailed to an Isle

Far beyond the Nile

In a ship that made

Thoughts that were vile

 

In this Isle

We stopped for a while

They sailed on

For I had seen Dawn

 

In greed they went

They were my friends

Their mighty needs

They could never reach

 

Their stars faded

The seas abated

They lost their way

For their souls I pray

 

I found me

In the Island of peace

This is all I need

They call it Serendip


RJX

 


Tuesday, June 1, 2021

The Magic of Surrealism

I didn't study art and am not an expert in it, so when I first saw Salvador Dali's paintings, I was astounded and wondered what it was all about. Surrealism was an art and literary movement that began in the 1920s. Its leader Andre Breton had earlier worked in a hospital and had even met Sigmund Freud; perhaps it was this meeting that got him interested in the study of the unconscious, for he founded the Surrealist movement, which he considered a revolutionary movement. Surrealism seeks to free the unconscious to express itself. The first technique was automatic writing which Breton expressed in 1924 as pure psychic automatism - by which the actual processes of thought could be expressed. It is the dictation of thought free from control from reason and any aesthetic or moral considerations. If this seems odd, it gets odder still when we view the surrealist paintings. Everyone accepts that something illogical has no value, but the objective of this movement is exactly this – to create unnerving, illogical scenes to free the unconscious.

Amazed by what I saw and read about Surrealism, I drew the landscape shown below following the strange theories of the Surrealist. It was an enthralling experience. In an attempt to draw realistic or impressive drawings and avoid mistakes, the artist sometimes loses the thrill of drawing and painting, his output drops. However, in this new surrealist method I used, mistakes are modified or left as they are to make the drawing more energetic, the artist finds the true purpose of art - to express oneself and be happy.

 

A few years ago, I read a book by a famous scientist. In it, he says that while fields like physics were truly profound, artists pretend to have done something great by profoundly describing their work, even going to the extent of using extravagant names, when in reality, it was all nonsense. If that was so, I wondered why some artists' work sells for hundreds of millions of dollars while this scientist's books fetch him a relatively small amount. The reason for this is that there are at least some instances when an artist can capture our imagination far more than a famous physicist can, and when this happens, it's not called nonsense; it's called magic.

 




Written by RJX

Sunday, May 30, 2021

Mark Rothko - Short Story

Many years ago bad days descended upon me, whatever I did, however hard I tried I could not shake off the bad times. I tried to cheer myself up by watching a movie. The movie had artistic merit but had a slow, snail-like quality to it. Nothing much happened for most of the time then suddenly at the end the primary occupant's girlfriend marries someone else, as part of a great conspiracy. In despair I watched another movie in another language. After eight catchy songs and endless fistfights and grave conspiracies by mother in laws I decided that it would be better to more or less accept my fate and not try to change it.

But one day a friend of mine said there was a public art exhibition which was held in the street near the university. I had never seen anything like it before…….oils, acrylics, water colors, pastels, drawings, and sculptures that astonished me. But what caught my eye most were colorful rectangles painted in a large canvas that everyone seemed to be interested in. It was simple but profound, I wondered who on earth would have first come up with the idea, and found that it was a painter named Mark Rothko who had lived in the United States and had moved there from Russia as a child in 1913. This method of painting is called Abstract Expressionism, though Rothko himself refused to adhere to any art movement.
In an environment where Jews were blamed for anything bad that happened in Russia, Rothko's early childhood seemed to have been plagued by fear. Soon after arriving at Ellis Island, his father passed away leaving the family without economic support. However Rothko managed to get a scholarship to Yale, but found the Yale community elitist and racist and started a magazine that lampooned the schools stuffy bourgeois tone. Being a self taught man rather than a diligent pupil he dropped out and did not return till he was awarded an honorary degree, forty six years later.
Rothko was a voracious reader and his art was brimming with ideas, and filled with mythology and philosophy. He moved through several styles until he reached signature rectangular fields of color and soon became one of the most prominent artists of the twentieth century. I was so intrigued by all this that I took up painting and soon my bad days ended

Saturday, May 29, 2021

Sinclair Lewis

Sinclair Lewis was an American author. In 1930 Lewis was the first American to receive the Nobel Prize in literature. He had been awarded the Pulitzer Prize in 1926 for "Arrowsmith", but declined it because he believed the standard for Pulitzer novel awards was too restrictive. 

Lewis' novels often satirize stupidity, mediocrity, commercialism or bigotry in some phase of American life. "Main Street" (1920), his fourth novel but his first success, is about the intellectual and cultural poverty in a small midwestern town. The principle character in "Babbitt" (1922) is a businessman who is a typical "go-getter." The preacher in "Elmer Gantry" (1927) is more interested in building a successful career than in saving souls. Lewis was born in Sauk Centre, Minnesota, the son of a country doctor. While at Yale University he edited the college literary magazine. He interrupted his studies to work as a janitor in Upton Sinclair's socialist colony in Englewood, New Jersey. Later Lewis made a trip to Panama to look for work on the canal then being dug. In 1907 he returned to Yale to be graduated with a A.B. degree. 

Lewis worked in a newspaper in Waterloo, Iowa, for a time. He spent six months in Carmel, California, with William Rose Bennet, trying free-lance writing but with little success. In 1910 he again went East. In Washington, he was editor of a magazine for teachers of the deaf, and in New York he became editor of a publishing house. He was married to Grace Hegger in 1914. While commuting to and from his Long Island home, Lewis wrote the greater part of "Our Mr. Wrenn (1914) and "The Trail of the Hawk (1915). Neither novel was successful, but in the meantime, Lewis was selling short stories to magazines. In 1916 he quit the publishing house to devote full time to writing. 

In 1930 Lewis won the Nobel Prize in Literature, the first writer in the United States to receive the award. In his Nobel Lecture, Lewis praised Theodore Dreiser, Willa Cather, Ernest Hemingway and other contemporaries, but also lamented that "in America most of us - not readers alone, but even writers  - are still afraid of any literature which is not a glorification of everything American, a glorification of faults as well as virtues," and that America is "the most contradictory, the most depressing, the most stirring, of any land in the world today. He also offered a profound criticism of the American literary establishment: "Our American professors like their literature clear and cold and pure and very dead."

Lewis died in Rome from advanced alcoholism on January 10, 1951, aged 65. William Shirer, a friend and admirer of Lewis, disputes accounts that Lewis died of alcoholism. He reported that Lewis had a heart attack and that his doctors advised him to stop drinking if he wanted to live. Lewis did not stop, and perhaps could not; he died when his heart stopped.

In summarising Lewis's career, Shirer concludes:

It has become rather commonplace for so-called literary critics to write off Sinclair Lewis as a novelist. Compared to...Fitzgerald, Hemingway, Dos Passos and Faulkner...Lewis lacked style. Yet his impact on modern American life...was greater than all the other four writers together.



Thursday, May 13, 2021

Vincent van Gogh - A short story

Many years ago, I was disappointed with where I was as a painter, it seemed I was going nowhere, horrible days lay ahead, and I decided to give up painting altogether and do something like hiking. It was an incredible experience but most people said I was half mad to do such a thing. Unfortunately people take a dull view of hiking in my country and during those troubled times hiking seemed a risky thing to do. So I gave up hiking as a pleasant but unattainable past time.

I wondered what I could do. I wondered whether there was some theory that when applied would lead to interesting paintings. So I decided to analyze the paintings of famous artists to try to find a clue to develop my theory. For many months I tried without luck, but one day I observed the paintings of Vincent van Gogh.
Van Gogh seems to have been and oddity almost from the beginning. Childhood photos show him staring blankly at a distance. As a child he was serious, quiet and thoughtful. After working unsuccessfully as an art dealer he became a missionary and drifted into solitude and ill health. Perhaps in desperation he took up painting at the somewhat mature age of 27. Not only did he suffer from mental illness and poverty but he often neglected his physical health, did not eat properly and drank heavily. But what he created over the next ten years is astounding, 2100 art works including 860 paintings, which were so good that he became one of the most famous and influential figures in the history of Western art.
But what struck me was that most of his paintings had an element of roughness even crudeness. Take Vincent van Gogh’s “The Church at Auvers” for example, the whole building is crooked and the colors unnatural. But what would have happened if he painted it straight using natural colors, then it would be like a million other architectural drawings, competent but boring. I felt that the real secret behind a really good painting was a certain ugliness mingled cleverly with a really impressive element. The impressive element makes the painting realistic while the crudeness energizes the painting making the whole painting interesting. This was good news for me because I am one of those people in this world who is too lazy or too incompetent to draw buildings perfectly.
I do not know if my theory is correct but I used this theory to paint and came up with some eerie paintings. Of course not everyone was impressed some people called some of my buildings crude. But the important thing was for the first time in many years I felt like painting again.

Michael Faraday

Michael Faraday (1791-1867) was an English physicist and chemist. Faraday’s discovery of electromagnetic induction led to his invention of the electric motor and electric generator. His inventions laid the basis for much of the technology of the 20th century. In 1821 he had used a magnet and a wire containing an electric current to produce mechanical motion, thereby creating an electric motor. Ten years later Faraday reversed the process: using magnetism to produce an electric current, he invented the dynamo, or generator.

Faraday formulated the basic laws of electrolysis during his early work in chemistry. Ion, anode cathode and electrode are some of the chemical terms he introduced. In 1825 he became the first to liquefy gases under pressure. In 1845 he discovered the Faraday Effect of magnetism on polarized light. His later days were spent in formulating a general electromagnetic field theory, later completed by James Clerk Maxwell. The farad is named for him.
The son of a blacksmith in Newington, Surrey, Faraday received little formal schooling. He became interested in science while apprenticed to a London bookbinder. In 1813 he got a job as laboratory assistant to Sir Humphry Davy at the Royal Institution in London. Faraday became director of the laboratory in 1825 and professor of chemistry in 1833. He scorned wealth and worldly honors, refusing knighthood and the presidency of the Royal Society. While other men made money from his discoveries Faraday devoted himself exclusively to scientific research.

Monday, April 26, 2021

Wassily Kandinsky

Wassily Wassilyevich Kandinsky (1866-1944), was a Russian painter widely credited as the pioneer of abstract art. He felt that art should have no recognizable objects or forms, but rather should destroy reality in order to arrive at the underlying truth of existence. He called his spiritual desire for art “inner necessity”. Kandinsky studied law and economics at the University of Moscow, and was offered a professorship at the University of Dorpat, but he abandoned his career in 1896 at the age of 30, and went to Munich to study art. But before leaving Moscow, he saw an exhibit of paintings by Monet. It had a profound effect on him, and may have influenced his later venture into abstract art.

In 1896 Kandinsky settled in Munich, studying art at the Academy of Fine Arts. But he returned to Moscow in 1914. After the Russian Revolution he seemed to have been involved with Russian Marxist revolutionary Anotoly Lunacharsky, becoming an insider in the cultural administration. However because “his spiritual outlook was different to the argumentative materialism of Soviet society” he returned to Germany in 1920. There he taught art at the Bauhaus School until Hitler closed it down in 1933. He then moved to France producing some of his most prominent work until his death a few days before his 78th birthday.

Wassily Kandinsky was an early champion of abstract painting and believed that abstract art could be used to express the “inner life” of the artist. His favorite color was blue, and he believed that the circle was the most peaceful shape and represents the human soul.


Rembrandt


Rembrandt Harmenszoon van Rijn (1606-1669), was a Dutch master of painting and etching. Rembrandt is one of the world's great artists, yet he died in poverty and obscurity. He is most admired for the warmth and humanity of his work. Every human being he painted was portrayed sympathetically. To him, beggars and captains of the guard were equally important. Rembrandt's use of dramatic light areas contrasted to irregular dark spaces was unusual. What he thought important he painted so that light focused on it. Minor details that might be distracting, he left darkened as in shadow.

Rembrandt's main interest was people. Many critics consider his masterpiece to be "The Night Watch" (1642). Rembrandt also did many self-portraits and Biblical landscape studies. Rembrandt was born in Leyden, the son of a prosperous miller. His father entered him in the Academy of Leyden for classical education, but the boy was determined to paint. At about the age of 12 he studied under a dutch artist and, at perhaps 17, began work as a portrait painter. 

Rembrandt moved to Amsterdam in 1631 to work as a painter and teacher. In 1634 he was married to wealthy Saskia van Uijlenburgh, whose portrait he painted many times. They took a large house, and Rembrandt started a costly art collection. He was extravagant but his own work was popular, enabling them to live well. In 1642 Saskia died. Rembrandt one of the most productive artists of all time continued to work hard, but he seemed to lose spirit. His art became unfashionable. In 1656 he was bankrupt; his home and art collection were sold to pay creditors. In 1660 he began work in the art shop opened by his housekeeper, Hendrickje Stoffels, and his son Titus. The forlorn Rembrandt became a virtual recluse. After Titus died in 1668 he suffered even greater poverty. 

Sunday, April 4, 2021

One night I woke up

One night I woke up

The stars had wandered off

The sun was extinguished

The moon was but a small dark dot in the sky

What insignificant beings we are

But how much pain we cause 


The stars may wander off

And the moon might be but a small dot in the sky

But Time for you 

Has not stopped


For I see you walking

On the beaches of my poems

Alone in an Island

Sailing on ships that have long since stopped sailing


But if after reading this

Some other business intrudes

And my life is left to collect the dust

Let not time pass

Without a kind thought of your friend 


R J X


Wednesday, March 24, 2021

To come ashore in an Island

 To come ashore in an island

To seek the eyes that talk

To find it was nothing more than the

Islands dark night stars


Stars that speak in strange words

That I find hard to learn

To tell me things I almost knew

But now they make me yearn


They tell of a land of a million hopes

That will always go unfulfilled

Of young men who died in vain

To fulfill some old men's will

Wednesday, March 17, 2021

Here along the beach lies sunken treasure

 Here along the reef lies sunken treasure

Of men who sailed but did not measure

I seek to find it soon

Under eloquent stars and moon


I use starlight to navigate the seas

It will be in moonlight the treasure will be freed

Of foolish men who did not see

That numbers will ruin their destiny


I reach the treasure sailing east

But the stars disappear with my endless needs

I throw the treasure overboard

I need the stars to sail back home


The stars guide me to reach my Isle

I walk inland a hundred miles

I reach a jungle of a billion trees

But I came here for just one tree


Here in this jungle grows a hidden tree

That all the eyes in the world cannot see

I seek to find it soon

Before the sun seals my doom


What is gold but a ruthless thing

That kills more men than a useless king

But each atom in this wondrous tree

Has a magic in it that can cure all ills



The anxiety of the human condition