“Learn the rules like a pro, so you can break them like an artist” -- Pablo Picasso
A painting on my desk is unfinished for long, the sketch is ready, inspired by a lean form of the Buddha on the Bodh Gaya Temple wall – as on Buddha Jayanti I completed his image.
The delay on this is from my diverse drives in working on simultaneous creative styles – painting is not the only expression I choose to illustrate what’s on my discerning mind.
A poem, novel, also a short story is forming in different word folders of my iPad or laptop; also, Bangla I’m learning to read, hand write and stimulate my mind to productively thrive.
My written works in progress till completed - I don’t show anyone so as to protect their souls: but a painting is spread on my desk’s clipboard, where it attracts unsolicited sights and opinions.
Advise, distracts me from my core inspirations - I haven’t been tutored is their easy relaying point, for people to judge and critic my creative incline: As my brushstrokes have no identifiable method.
The colors I splash to my heart’s satisfaction, brandishing the brushes with liberal fulfilment; the backdrop I don’t finish first as is convention: all this I’m told makes my works lack perfection.
I think of all this feedback as I change handwork for by now I’ve learned the art of erasing, rework, till sometimes the art paper’s surface has eroded: to save her face I make my model put on a mask.
I soon regret having taken any of this feedback as I miss the first glimpse of the face I’d created inspired by truth, pouring in it my individuality of decades of education - corporate and literary. — Shuvashree Chowdhury