It is this complexity and terra incognita that makes art so simple and elegant. There is no formula to calculate anything, but still you know what is wrong and what is not. And the wonderful thing is what maybe your best work might be a piece of crap to someone, but the whole point of art is to satisfy your soul’s need and not to follow a creed.
Now let me come to the photo in the post. It is certainly not one of the best photos i have clicked technically, yet i chose this photo for a post i’m uploading after 1 month because i feel it to be correct for the moment. i have realized you might be thinking correct at times but you need to “feel” it too to be the correct decision. There is a turbulence in my mind right now and that is a noise that is hindering my vision just like the grains in this photo is hindering the view, but i guess there is a reason behind everything, if you end up well then you can connects the dots back to realize and appreciate the path. You might be realizing that view was just an illusion in future, but u need to trust your system, that the noise is also essential sometimes. There is a lesson to be learn from everything, especially your bad times.
Also this photo describes me – night prowler. just that my intentions aren’t that bad enough ;) I am on a way to somewhere i don’t know, i am trying to walk on the road not taken. I wanted to see how it feels to be on the other side, and, this side has so much freedom, thrill and fun.
But i always wanted to come back on the treaded path, but it is not welcoming me back. This path is already so crowded that anyone who has been to the other way never would come back. So im waiting for this noise to clear out so that i can see the signboard – what does it say ?? Go back to the original path or keep walking.
I’m now ending up with these lines from night prowler by AC/DC – Highway to Hell. The name has been inspired from the song which i was listening to while writing the post. I feel i am this night prowler…
Somewhere a clock strikes midnight
And there’s a full moon in the sky
You hear a dog bark in the distance
You hear someone’s baby cry
A rat runs down the alley
And a chill runs down your spine
And Someone walks across your grave
And you wish the sun would shine
Cause No one’s gonna warn you
And no one’s gonna yell ‘Attack’
And you don’t feel the steel
Till it’s hanging out your back