I N D I A N  A R T

ANJANEYULU SON OF SATYAM ART



Arika Avigdor,Wayne Thiebaud,the death of privacy; and me.
Like,it's all over and I am left with nothing but the pieces to pick up.
I really don't know how I got here, but got here, I did.
It's at the very begining all over again.
It's dark.
Pitch Black
Gradually and very very gradually I see the grays emerge.
Simple forms.
Just enough light now.
Its all shadows though, but no whining on that.
A screwdriver here,
A mobile charger there,
Nails on the floor,
Match sticks strewn all over:
The discovery of the elements all over again.

Sterile it is.
Samuel Beckett?
Joseph Heller?
Or James Joyce?
Running for cover; running for life.
They call it Post Modern.
Deconstruction is its tool.
Or a weapon?
Or Eric Fischl?
Or Lucien Freud?
Stale.
Gone sour.
The old order is dead.
No flogging a dead horse there.

Now
Cutting pliers here,
A nutcracker there,
An umbrella hanging off a nail on the wall.
Things organizing themselves.
A composition at work.
Where there was Stasis
Movement is in
Unfailingly.
I am around though.
I need now to start and god knows where from.
Start I will; start I will have to.
There's no choice there.
Alone.
Alone in a crowd where every one's alone.
We will have to make do.
Surely; at least for a while.

Am I being pitiless now?
We did know all along didn't we?
That the road to hell was always paved
With the best of intentions?
So why did we ever learn to patronize life?
Better survivors are we?
Than the the rest?
But we did; and here we stand alone.
Na.
I am not whining.
That's not my job now.
I have one on hand.
It's the pieces I have to look for.
Its at least silent now.
From a noise that just was; and was it deafening!!
The modern.
Following the romantic.
Following the classical.
To a time before the word
By necessity and without complaint.
Its darkness.
But I can see well in the dark now.
The dark giving hope for light soon enough.
Like, I am sure.
For that superlative quality that life has dependably had always in store:
That it reveals itself.
I know.
I have walked on the edge.
I have had a glimpse.
- ANJANEYULU, artist
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