The Girl With No Eyes
Upon an empty, blank white canvas
A bramble of nets hangs
Draped upon a middling wall that
Between the two worlds, stands
The real and virtual blur here
In bleak lines of elegy
In a charcoal swept darkened swirl
The girl with no eyes, sees.
Tangles of hair fall on her face
Softly, the wind blows
Speaking a language in a tongue
They all hear but she knows
And painted there, amidst the pots
Are broken memories
Upon the wall that all gaze at
But only she can see
The girl with no eyes watches them
And smiles, mirthlessly
The contrast plays into the glaze
Framing a stark visage
The rest recedes from all there is
From the force of her rage
From all that lies hidden from words
Meanings in strokes of black
They all come to stare at her
The girl with no eyes, stares back.
Some paintings just take your breath away, for reasons you can’t quite place. I came across a painting of that sort this week. It wasn’t a Van Gogh, but it packed a double kidney punch just the same. It just.. took my breath away. And a special shout out to Satyajit, for his kindness and helpfulness and generosity, and for the opportunity of seeing his good taste and selection. Thank you very large, Satyajit! =)
I believe some people speak in images. The way musicians, good musicians, speak with notes woven into a melody that, if done correctly, tells a story even behind the lyrics. Some times the lyrics tell a different tale while the music calls to a different one, sometimes they reinforce each other and the kind of songs that make your tummy flip flop are born. In the same way, some people think in words, they translate the world they see and perceive into words, into essays or poetry or stories. Some people frame their experiences in paintings, in pictures, with nuances and feelings tucked away in swirls of color, or swirls of black. Oh, no color can speak just as loudly as all of them screaming together. Regardless of the medium of expression, there is a story hidden in every form of art.
So, where do you hide your stories?