ART AND THE CHILD

Though Formal Art is not my cup of cold coffee -- I haven't pursued Art as a subject of vocation -- I am fond of Art just like any other person, I love to savour Art in certain specific forms out of all the infinite forms Art manifests itself in (graciously saving a few finite forms for human senses).

Incidentally the art-forms manifested to capture my heart to rule my senses when I was a child - old enough to 'Feel Gratified', are the ones that still pamper me with the most and the best and the deepest of pleasures.

Gratification led to Greed.

Greed led to want of Time.

The Want that would leave me pining for the moment, for "the next". I simply waited greedily wanting Time to pass by quicker.

Yet it was with Time that I realized the Infinity of Art. (Well it was juvenile innocence that made me Believe first, rather than Realize. Realization takes place quicker if backed on by Belief.)

Time led to Realization, and thus began a journey - a journey which is yours, mine and everybody else's.

I am still on my way, egged on by Realization.(Surprisingly Knowledge turned out to be the worst guide. At times it needed guidance itself. Realization proved handy.)

I guess it is the quality of the interface, where Art and its Lover meet to give and take, that matters and makes the most of the reason why the forms of Art that a child is exposed to, remain (or should remain if allowed to thrive in natural ways) remain as pleasant to the senses as ever.

The most effective interface is the child's Mind -- kept un-corrupted, unblemished from the dirt and stain of the adult world ; a heart that knows no tricks, has no hidden corners, hides no dark depths. Art gives its Heart. The child promises Truth.

Gifts, generously given and promised to be sheltered under Truth, never wither away, as Nature the Grand Artist behind all things beautiful and timeless, creates on and on.

I know that Realization would be there forever, just like Art that manifested for a 3 year old me pleases me still.
Realization would lead to Grace.
I don't know what Art is. But I do believe : Art is Truth manifested and Time immortalized.
Grace would make me believe.

ж ANIRBANSPEAK
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