Sleeping In Your Art.

Hello there!

Thanks for dropping by. For the next few minutes, I am going to take you into my perspective on life. You guys have been so supportive and I am very grateful for every like and every comment. Let’s live life beautiful!

I was helping out at church today along with some of my friends on a programme for kids. After some time we decided to take a break.

When you are old, the games you played when you were ridiculously young suddenly become so amusing and entertaining in many ways. Not like I am old or anything. I mean I’m just 17! But you know………..

So we took some colouring books lying there and decided we were going to colour them. We set out on this venture armed with mini crayons and sketch pens. I was actually thinking of doing something else so I was not as enthusiastic as the other guys in our group but I thought I’d do it anyway.

So we sat down and started colouring in between jokes and loud laughs. But as time passed on, the place became extremely quiet. I was surprised at how concentrated I was on getting the curves of the flower just right. It was just amazing. In a split second, I had been snatched away from reality and embedded into a reality that once existed in my past, in my childhood.

You guys know I love art. But as of late, I’ve been more into just pencils and sketching and that sort of thing. I am not professional or anything. I just love doing it. I’ve not added any colour to my art in years. So, when I held those mini crayons it was like an small wave of electricity passed through me.

And I absolutely truly loved it.

As a kid, I used to completely ‘sleep’ in my art, as I like to call it. I would lose what little attachment I had to what was going on around me.

I felt that today.

And it was magical.

I believe as kids, we all ‘sleep’ in our art. As parents, you might have used crayons and colouring books to make that toddler settle down or calm down your baby. You see this phenomena at it’s best in babies. Give a crying baby anything new and she will stop crying instantly. It’s what I like to call ‘baby love at first sight’. A true passion for curiosity and learning. I believe we sleep in our colouring because every time we put the brush to the paper, we learn something new.

Why do I ‘sleep in my playing’ when I learn a new song on the guitar?

Because I am learning something ‘new’.

But as time passes by, we stop doing that. We have trouble concentrating. We have trouble resting while working.

Why?

Why do we find it hard to fall asleep in what we study at school? ( Ironically)

Is it because we have stopped adding colour to our art?

Is it because we have kept creativity waiting at the door too long?

What do you think?

It’s high time we thought about the way we learn things. Look at nature. God has created this universe in a way that even the scientist who has been glued to his telescope for a significant part of his life, falls asleep in what he sees.

Why is it that kids hate what they learn at school?

Why is it that we are fed up with work?

Why do you think we find refuge and peace in hobbies like blogging?

Creativity is an important part of learning because it uses resources that are the very basic languages of human cognizance like colour, sound and movement. Incorporating them into every activity we engage in, everything we learn and everything we teach is an important part of making the process enjoyable and comfortable.

I hope you guys enjoyed this post. What is your perspective?

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God bless!

 

The song of the rain

For those of you guys who know me and read my blog posts( I am extremely grateful to you for your interest, time and feedback), you know how I am greatly inspired by rain and sunlight. One of my favourite hobbies is just sitting in front of my window looking out into the rain, my head resting on my palms and making up lines of poetry, not necessarily with rhyme schemes and alliteration, but just filled with what I love.

Today as I was reading some blogs, I heard a tug on my door. I looked outside and the trees were bending so hard, I thought they were going to break. I live in a flat. This means the only sounds I hear are the soft strokes of the heavy wind on my window and the small rain drops sky diving onto its glass.

I used to live in a house before where I could hear the pouring rain on the roof and the wind was more noisy. Here in the flat, I hear only the softest sounds as the roof is much higher above me. This thought absolutely inspired me and I am going to do something new today. I am just going to sit down and write the verses that come to my head, whatever they may be. This is an example of my ‘a day(rainy) in the life’. This is for all you poets out there. Please tell me what you think. I would absolutely love to hear from you!

I sit in front of the window, my head on my palms. My fingers lightly rub my cheek in the excitement of what is outside. It is as if the heart of the earth is beating normal, but its blood is going fast, craving for the heart to somehow keep up.  For inside my room, the atmosphere is calm and gentle, but on the outside, where it really matters, everything is fast. It is a strange strangeness, a beautiful confusion.

I blink as a flash of lightning erupts in the sky, cutting the dark and bringing light. Seems very strange that from the very clouds that make it dark, a light would shine. God suddenly seems to whisper in my ear-‘Just as I make ‘everything’, even the hard and painful things in life work out for you for the better because you love me’. I smile and my eyes dart back to the rain.

The trees are now bowing, the branches like hairs on end. I get up and slowly and carefully open my window a few inches, air gushes in and sends the papers on my desk flying. They seem to be jumping up and down, happy! I stand and look. The door of my room slams shut and I am thrown back into reality. I shut the door and sit back again.

I hear the orchestra playing outside, like the ocean in a sea shell, somehow refined and coloured just for me. Now and then a drop hits my window creating a rhythm  so consistent, it baffles my senses of logic. I lie down and hear the wind outside. Here in my bed, inside my blanket, wrapped up in a cocoon, like a butterfly waiting to go out, into a world that will be brand new in a matter of minutes, I feel nothing but hear.

My eyelids start to droop, ever so slightly and the lightning outside wakes me up. My eyelids droop again, this time, the lightning is not heard. My brain stops worrying about the rain, but I still hear it somehow and then I lie there still, my mouth slightly open. Why do I always sleep with my mouth open??

The rain stops after a while. It slows it’s song down to a whisper then to a single drop. Very much like the tap of a pencil on a cymbal, dull but unique. The song of the rain is somehow strange. Instead of starting with a whisper and ending in a crescendo, it does the exact opposite. God is indeed a great artist. His song of the rain is my favourite yet.

 

If you like this, also check out an earlier post of mine very much like this and tell me if you want more posts like these. Hope you guys have a fantastic day and God bless!!!!

https://thefourthdimensionoflife.wordpress.com/2017/07/16/when-leaves-bow/

 

I don’t know everything

A few days ago, I was travelling to my dad’s place. I had a few hours on my hand and I was getting bored. Most of us in the car had fallen asleep. So, I turned on my iPod, settled down and hummed and mouthed the words of the song.

We all love music in a very unique way. Today, with the discovery of the mp3 format, we have music everywhere. We go through the crazy hubbub of life with earphones in our ears. We find solace in music in the craziest of times. It just stays there, never really interfering with what we do, like a good friend. It expects nothing back.

A few months ago, I had published a post called silent music on why we find ourselves humming to ourselves(not even realising we are doing it), while we are doing something else like washing the dishes or copying notes. Music is a part of us that remains embedded to the roots of our world of thought.

WOW!

Today, I am going to talk to you about ‘the missing words’ in a song.

Well, what are the missing words?

Technically, ‘The missing words’ according to me are those words you don’t know in a song but fill in with unrecognisable vowels and sounds when you want to sing.

The point is, you don’t always check if you know all the words of the song before you sing it. Most of us listen to new songs on the radio, get mesmerised by the notes and just sing with what we have. It’s like that funny moment when you are at a family gathering and everybody knows this particular song which you don’t know and you jump in at the chorus with all the voice you have after a few stanzas to avoid suspicion and just mouth stuff for the rest.

Deja vu, right?

Well, anyway, I was thinking about this when I realised that’s how life is. Most of us get fed up with life because we don’t know all the words. We stop trying to build up a talent because half way up, we realise that we don’t have what it takes.

Well, that’s what I call a colossal lie. A ‘colossal lie’ is a lie you tell yourself( according to me).

Many things in life get tough before it gets easy.

If you don’t sing a song just because you don’t know all the words, you’re missing out, bro! That song inside you is unique and precious. It has many things to offer you wherever you are on the graph.

God made us  to be unique beings. When we don’t believe in the song he has given us, are we not missing out on the best. He has a plan for every one of us. You don’t know which piece of the puzzle has to put in next. But the piece you have right now tells you there is an other one.

So, this week, be happy for what God has given you. Try out new ways to improve your skills and don’t give up just because you don’t know all the words.

God bless!!!!