Friday, January 18, 2008

When Silence Speak


That’s what arrest is : It’s a blinding flash and a blow which shifts the present instantly into the past and the impossible into the omnipotent actuality... so runs the words of Alexander Solzhenitsyn in the first volume of his four volume treatise “The Gulag Archipelago” The book I have started rereading after some years. Though the book addresses a different context, these words sum up the abstract thoughts and theories and the fundamental epistemological questions going on in my mind at the moment.

A single word or a single action can change your life forever. It can propel you into the future or throw you into the past according to the nature of the word uttered or deed done and how it is perceived. A total incarceration of your own self into the situations you create, by someone else. Or do we actually create situations? Are they not the reaction or result thereof, of our own past actions and deeds? Does it speak of any involvement of the person to whom the words and actions are addressed to? This is in other words, a situation breeding another situation and the resultant entanglement of countless complex situations? The ever rotating wheel of cause and effect? The merciless torments of karma? How does this happen? Is there no escape? Why is it that I am a prisoner of my own thoughts that have arisen by someone else’s actions?

Am I right? Am I wrong? Or is that that I need a cup of strong tea at the moment?

Let me search for the answers in my own Silence. Let the Silence speak.


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Title : Silence (old work posted before)

Genre: Abstract Expressionism

Medium: Acrylic on Paper digitally edited with Photoshop

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© Vinod Laxman, 18.01. 2008

Monday, January 14, 2008

The Spring


“All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renenwed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.” ~ J.R.R. Tolkien~ ~The Lord of the Rings~

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Title : the spring

Medium : water colour and acrylic on cold pressed paper

Size: A3

Genre : Neo Expressionism


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Vinod Laxman