The clay speaks… in silence…!

It all begins when I touch the clay… & by the time it’s complete & out of the kiln… it touches many chords of life…. Sense & sensitivities change… that’s life…

If anyone says I stick to what I begin with … either the person has stopped relating to changes within or lying….

There is nothing wrong in feeling the changed perceptions or accepting they are changed or changing…

 

Whenever I look at my sculptures ‘Wealth of a smile’ & ‘Royalty in distress’ I feel the strong contrast in their perception towards acceptance of life…

 

Wealth of a smile :

An old person.. breathing poverty … living life full size with a wealth of a smile…

Wealth of a smile is actually one of the many contradictions in life… here the person is penniless… never ever enjoyed the wealth in materialistic sense! & still rides over the life flashing a toothless smile… loving life makes you live…!

I have always believed in life & its beauty… & felt deep within me that materialistic pleasures have no bearing on enjoying the life as it comes… a smile never costs… but it’s worth millions when flashes naturally… & that pleasure millions of rich lack… though having trillions in the booty…
life is a onetime phenomena… enjoy naturally…. till & even beyond your last teeth survives…

 

 

Royalty in distress …

it’s again the irony of life… nothing is permanent… once tasted the royalty… now although it’s no more … the inherent beauty supersedes existence in rags… one more aspect… poverty is one phase the royalty can never come to terms with…

while I was making it the towering beauty had to be in a sleeping position as it was a risk on her life… so we used to call her a ‘sleeping beauty…’

When it was complete to load in the wood kiln gave me so severe an anxiety attack that I was with my fingers crossed both the times, while bisque firing & the glaze firing in wood. It was for the first time it stood erect & towering over all other pieces in the kiln proving her superiority while burning & emerging out more beautiful through ashes… like phoenix….

 

For us too ashes of the past give strength … & we soar higher & higher sometimes peeping even beyond horizons…

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