Nothingness
Nothingness
You are the greatest painter that ever lived.
You live a 'normal' life doing a 9-5 job
All you can think of when you wake up is what you are going to paint tonight
All you can think of when you are doing your monotonous job is which paint to use to make it come to life
All you can think of while you are eating or while you are traveling is what method to follow or what method to unfollow
While the world is busy with small talks you are thinking of making your art breathe
You live alone, though the world is filled with creatures like you
You barely question the way of life or why society is so messed up
Because all you do is think about how to make your art a masterpiece
You skip your meals
You dress weird
You forget to do your hair
You become invisible in the crowd
You don't buy stuff but when you do its canvas paint and brushes
When you get back home at 6
You strip yourself
Walking around with nothing but paint and brushes
Scratching and pulling your hair in the process
Screaming at times or being as quiet as any human can be
You are lost in time and space with that brush of yours
With every movement and every dip
You can feel your soul dancing and rejoicing
You are crying smiling jumping around at the same time
Every stoke is pumping you with more and more and more adrenaline in your system
You become the poet the actor the singer the musician the philosopher and what not
After hours and hours of soul liberating performance
You see that you have created the greatest art of all
No da vinci or van gogh or savador dali's work come close to it
All you do now is sit and admire
Gaze into it like your life depended on it
You turn into a rock
You weep like a child witnessing a marvel no human has ever seen
You can feel your body giving up on you
Sunrise is just few hours away
You created something while the whole world was asleep
You brought something to life while everyone was still dreaming
A small voice inside you says you are the greatest
And after all the processes come to an end
You have a choice
Wake up few hours later and offer your art to the world
Make people feel what you felt
Get all the attention and the money you could ever imagine
Live in the form of a chemical in the minds of three living generations
Getting your name written in the history of human progress
But
You light ,your marvelous piece on fire
Seeing it all turning into a smoke
Canvas turning into a cremation ground
As life leaves the flesh behind
Completing the journey of nothingness to nothingness
Fom origins to the very end
Living and breathing and nothing less
Finding your art becoming and unbecoming right in front of your eyes
Living your art like your life
Moment by moment
Thought to action to thought to action
No purpose and no destination
Only one journey after an other
Only one process after an other
You light your creation on fire
Pleasing your caveman instincts
You light your creation on fire
A brave thing you could ever do
Then you hit the sack
Wake up to an alarm
Just like any woman
And the cycle continues
Can you be that painter?