MY ART

MY ART
All creative pursuits are therapeutic. My passion for writing is like a therapeutic bath in an Italian geyser. My writings are virtually an expression of my inner turbulence. The volcanic eruptions that are the order of the day within me are reflected in my writings. This is the only way I can bring out the lava brewing within me before it can erupt in the form of a volcano.

The volcano erupts, it erupts for everyone, every individual has his tantrum, and every artist has his outbursts demanding an exit to his talents. Curiously, all this is done for the sake of appreciation. An artist creates art partly for the sake of his satisfaction, and partly for appreciation, all artists crave for appreciation, I crave for appreciation.

Appreciation is a typical entity. Some people are openly obvious about the happiness it brings to them, while others try to make you believe that it doesn’t affect them very much. Despite the modest front that the latter put up, somewhere deep in our hearts, all of us want to be praised, we live for it, we crave for it. Appreciation is something that brings a smile on the artists’ face, it makes us feel very good, it makes me very happy. The truth that emerges from all this is that I may be little lost without it. A word of appreciation, a single word, is what I yearn for. It makes me very happy when someone points out that he or she has at least read one of my writings, and my happiness knows no bounds when I’m praised.

My writings are a portrayal of the world within me. They are an attempt to explore the different aspects of my personality. They are a reflection of my inner self. My writings reflect the joyous moments of my life as well as the ironies of my life. They are a window to my life. When someone reads my writings, it gives me immense pleasure and satisfaction at the thought that someone has browsed through my heart’s contents. My writings cannot leave the reader untouched, it is imperative that the reader expresses appreciation. There is nothing better than a few words of praise of me. I yearn of praise as a famished Arab pines for a glass of water. My writings are a reflection of my emotions, these emotions make up my life, through my writings, I want people to appreciate my life.

The bedrock of my life seems to be as vibrant with emotions as the strings of a guitar blazing with the latest music. My writings have been the formula for the chemical reactions that my emotions transcribe o the surface of my heart. My heart misses a beat when these inscriptions are made. The saga of my life takes care to inscribe emotions with every passing moment, every inscription marks a missing heart-beat, but I manage to survive the test of time. The inscriptions on my heart connote my dreams. They are symbolic of my aspirations to soar high in the world. I’m capable of transcribing these engravings on the paper, I thus give a permanent form to my inner thoughts, this is the only way that I can survive the test of time, this is the only way I can thank Allah for this beautiful gift, this is the only way I can bring out my emotions.

My emotions are constantly in a state of flux. They keep changing, new emotions erupt in my heart with the passing moments, new inscriptions are made, new chemical equations are written every day and my heart resonates with fresh music everyday. I’m always open to new sounds, new tunes, new thoughts and new ideas, I don’t seem to have an option but to embrace novelty in my life in whatever form it might be delivered. The expression of these new equations takes a new route, and the music sounds different.

All my writings have a different sound-track because life is so different. My writings are a reflection of the differences between my life and an ordinary life. My writings are tweaked according to my life, but almost anyone can find a reflection of one’s self in my writings. My writings are symbolic, but the emotions that I put forth through tem are real. My writings are an attempt to field my feelings before the world, but everyone can find his or her feelings transcribed when one reads them. I hope you do read them!