Monday, November 29, 2004

artists all

We are all artists. In our own right. I stumbled upon this realisation while sitting atop a rickety stool at Janpath watching a florist prepare a thousand rupee bouquet for me (don't ask for whom; official work). He measured each stem, shoved it into the sponge, then cocked his head to one side, saw the larger perspective (was the bouquet in balance, did the shape look right, was it tilting dangerously to one side) , trimmed the stem a litttle more, then gave it a slight nudge to get the angle right, and then moved on to the next stem. He repeated this exercise until he had placed all 60 odd stems in place, then proceeded to spray the flowers with water, added the extra greens and cellophaned the bouquet. He could have been an artist with a canvas and an easel. There was nothing about his style of working that suggested he was a florist instead of a celebrated painter at work. And then I thought; we are all artists. The gym instructor to whom you give charge of your body, which is a big, fat unstructured lump of fat, and which he/she literally sculpts like a sculpture until your'e looking like one of his/her creations; the actual sculptor who pretty much does the same, labouring over the mass of clay until it reaches a desired shape... The hairstylist who lifts and drops each strand, cutting, measuring and fashioning a style out of a mop. The makeup artist... there is some truth then, that each job can be as boring as you make it or as creative as you make it.

4 Comments:

Blogger writer-in-egg-style said...

Used a spray gun? Sounds like someone in an awful hurry.

It takes Brazilian passion to really get talking to a flower. Now that's art... having the warm breath of soft low-decibel conversation slowly moisten the bud, draw the aroma and quiver the petals.

Agree with you. As creative as you make it.

30 November, 2004  
Blogger Jabberwock said...

I take it we're not talking about flowers anymore?!

01 December, 2004  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hey gsb, that was typically you. so today has become yesterday. the present today seems a good tomorrow.

01 December, 2004  
Blogger writer-in-egg-style said...

Actually, the remix craze has been bequeathed by Lauryn Hill of the Fugees. Google search on "killing me softly... strumming my pain" delivers her cover version, not the original singer whatsisname.

She gave some rather ordinary classics a real sound of art--- relevant and original.

Don't worry about fuddy duddy nostalgics....

Long live the creative remix !!

11 June, 2005  

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