from the margin

Love is blind,deaf and dumb

Rabindranath Tagore

The picture of a flower in a botanical book is an information,

Its mission ends with our knowledge.

But in pure art,it's a personal communication.

And therefore until it finds its harmony in the depth of our personality,

it misses its mark.

Source : Thought relics

Morning has its birds' songs,

and life's daybreak has the music of the child.

At every home comes to us this refrain of life with its pure note of beauty.

The bloom constantly is brushed off the world of man by the friction of its dirt,it is roughened and begrimed by the callous touch of age.

Source:Thought relics

ink wash paintings

I love the ink wash paintings of monochromatic shades of black -the paintings of Gao XinJiang seeps through with the stark desolateness of a zen like landscape -amidst of which a solitary figure or a few amorphous shapes of men stands .There is a hint of detachment,of withdrawal from the affairs of the world and like the scholar philosophers of ancient China,they retreat to the wilderness for solace.The stillness of the natural landscape sweeps through the unflinching figures.The mood exudes an aura of vast emptiness of which the human is so insignificant by comparison.The deft strokes are so subtle and suggestively hints at the turmoil that the artist had undergone to be able to depict so much with so little.People who have undergone such pain have depths of intensity that comes through in their art,their music,their works.