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An empty frame was the thing I drew
on an empty canvas first.
Oh what do we do, what do we do
when the fantasy turns on the canvas
in bright and unambiguous terms?
All colours banned, the drama, the riot of colours, all restrained,
only the white and the black reigned.
A sheer definition of emptiness grading its essence up to the rim!
Then I stopped in exhaustion in
the foreground which was my vantage-point,
thinking that was the end.
Softly as I stared,
the canvas stirred;
something emerged and changed the space,
as if change was what the emptiness waited for.
A dome emerged and painted itself.
Now it's indelible. Complete! An ephemeral vision of the absolute
on an empty canvas first.
Oh what do we do, what do we do
when the fantasy turns on the canvas
in bright and unambiguous terms?
All colours banned, the drama, the riot of colours, all restrained,
only the white and the black reigned.
A sheer definition of emptiness grading its essence up to the rim!
Then I stopped in exhaustion in
the foreground which was my vantage-point,
thinking that was the end.
Softly as I stared,
the canvas stirred;
something emerged and changed the space,
as if change was what the emptiness waited for.
A dome emerged and painted itself.
Now it's indelible. Complete! An ephemeral vision of the absolute
1 June, 2015.
Sushama Karnik (c)
Sushama Karnik (c)
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