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Art, a business?

This was the question that made its way into my head when a friend of mine brought it up.
Being a student of an unconventional art school, FAD International, people (or rather artists) around me are quite open-minded, and listening to their thought processes making way to ceaseless discussions is a delight for someone like me. It was in one of those discussions when my friend said that Art is business after all. Before saying anything, for that one moment, it did cross my mind - Is it a business?
I wish I could agree with him, but I don't. If making money was my sole purpose of getting into art, I would rather have stayed and slogged as an engineer, eating dusty wada-pavs and sugary tea on site. In fact, as far as I can see, not one artist is into art because it will bring him money.
I believe the moment you start measuring your art as business, it loses its meaning and your creativity becomes a horse with reins; the purity of art is corrupted and all you have in your hand is just a …

There's always a first time

There is always first time for everything - may it be the first time you rode the heavy motorbike up that hill, or falling down and breaking a bone or two, or that rush you feel while stealing the first kiss from your loved one. I wish I could tell you about all these. Maybe after we - you and I - get well acquainted. For now, I want to talk about that first painting I tried - that first time I felt the tingling sensation somewhere inside my head, that first time I knew where I'd be.
I had done a lot of sketches and drawings and even paintings as a child. So, it's kind of uncanny how it took so long to answer my calling. Maybe everything has its moment. Sometimes you've got to wait it out. My waiting period was horrible if you must know. Four years of engineering studies, two years of slogging on construction site, these are definitely not what waiting-period should consist of. Well, lets not dwell deep into it though. But those hard moments drove me to the brink of despera…

My Tryst with Art

It didn't come late to me that I was very bad at blogging. My futile attempts to start one up until now has always met with stone-faced blank page or random meanderings of my chaotic mind. Nonetheless, it is about time I shared a few thoughts here. Reading or not-reading entirely depends up to you.
This is my first post, so I don't want to scare you away as of yet. I would rather indulge you; at least for a while.
This blog, this one here, is dedicated entirely to my tryst with pencils, colours, and whatever that brings out an art form from within me.
Human actions, its body movements have always caught my attention in one way or the other. The way our body moves and stretches even with the slightest act of motion, and the strong settled lines of the folds on our bodies while the body is still are something that always gathered intrigue on my mind. It didn’t come as a surprise when I naturally developed a liking for human figures in all my paintings – as a kid it was cartoons of …