That your eyes will devour with its soft senses my melting emotions
In these mesmerising moments when your intimate glances soothe me
Your smooth velvet kisses (wrap me in this fantasy)
In moonlight nights when I have slept in your arms
While time has stood still
When my eyes have been filled with the tears
With tears of contentment and fulfilment
When our bodies entwined with feelings imbued in every vein
In my languorous nakedness, inebriated and seduced out of my senses
In raptures of love and moments of bliss
We exchange our passions
We travel in this realm of senses
Surge of sensations turn to burning flames
Drenched and smeared in each others comforts in each others skin
in and out, inside each other’s thoughts,
A moment is created.
There is an exchange of unspoken words of requited feelings
I am now engulfed in your arms
I am safe here nestled in your heart.
For your soul has touched mine.
_ My Soul on a Platter by Sreyashi Ghosh
The poem has been recently published by Writers Workshop, Kolkata, India. This painting was striking and since the writing expresses the thought in the painting really well I am using it. It is almost as if Adam and Eve were created this way. I believe none of my poems are ever completed, I always think I can keep adding to my own thoughts or alternating them. In this case I am using Judithe Hernández’s “The Beginning of Sin” part of her Adam and Eve Series. With these vibrant colours used by the painter, I think it will be a perfect start to my concept of “Words and Colours”.
For example as for this photograph, it was inspired by Omar Khayyam’s “Rubaiyat” these famous lines:
Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse—and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness—
And Wilderness is Paradise now.” As translated by Edward Fitzgerald
The photograph owes its inspiration to a poem.
As Aristotle said, “Art is an imitation of reality”, indeed it is true. Artists do draw inspiration from other artists and here I draw inspiration from the world around me and I am inspired from everyday life. I am inspired by the beauty around me, the blue sky, the shimmering waters, the daily monotony of everyday existence does not get to you, if you perceive in art in everything. For example, when we read a novel, or a poem, or read an article we feel something is unbelievable, unattainable or maybe to unromantic or sordid. Though it may be a figment of someone’s imagine, nonetheless it had it’s birth in reality, so the imagination is born out of the stimulus of something real.
C’est la Vie and C’est ma Vie are two expressions in the French language. The line drawing is inspired from the thoughts” C’est ma vie” which means “It’s my life” and “C’est la Vie” which means “that’s life”. I thought both those expressions sums it up for me. Then I used some words as a word puzzle to highlight the surreal expressions. It’s my life and I will lead it the way I want to, on my own terms and conditions, are thoughts that always forms the core of any artist. The two thoughts are complimenting each other, in a way when we think it is our life and we make choices we should be able to take responsibility for the choices we make, so when things don’t work out for us, we take life in our stride and say “Well, that’s life”. So, I would say when things go wrong or we are faced with rejection and instead of feeling defeated, we should get up, shake off the fears of rejection, get up and get on with life, our lives. Again, my concept of “Words and Colours” have been highlighted here, as black and white are also colours and through a maze of words I express my thoughts through this Pen and Ink composition.
As far as any of the artistic creations are concerned, in my opinion never is any piece of poem,art,literature,story always complete in itself. Just like when you see any painting over and over again and it means something different to you everytime, there will be some different interpretations for the same things. Similarly a poem is never complete, there is always room for more, always more thoughts can be added. So, I think I can always keep adding line to my poems or adding something or the other to my paintings, “finishing touches”. They are never complete, there is always more that can be added. Hence, I think I am using my paintings to express thoughts that remained unsaid in the poems and words where the thoughts were not complete in the paintings. “Words and Colours” is a concept, I could go on and on about, I believe in it and I constantly poeticize, romanticize and theorize about art and poetry, especially my own creations.
In this piece “Rags Over Red”, I found I was being drawn to it and those red blotches left an indelible impact on me complimented with images of a rag, tattered and frayed,almost an allegory on human existence. I was inspired by Adalardo Nunciato Santiago’s painting to write a poem dedicated to it, as follows:
Rags over Red
My heart bleeds
I’ve lost the love of my life
I let go
those ragged edges cut me
they tear into my soul
My jaded heart compliments my jagged existence
Those grey patches cannot make up for the lost colour
Those pains you give me can never be filled
Memories of the past blurred
Your loss can never be measured
I am torn asunder
I’ve lost you
I suffer in pain
I love you
I love you in a strange way
It is surreal,
I know this is futile
And I am doomed to love you
This perverse fate condemns me to live without you
My love will now be incomplete forever
This love I found in you, is lost forever
Those empty walls now echo in its empty silences
This big void will never be fulfilled
Those jagged remains tear me from my love
Those wounds you have given me ,are sore
They grow deeper
Those pains are fresh
Those moments we shared now linger on
Those thoughts sting me, they haunt me like ghosts
They pierce through my existence
Shattered in scatters are the vulnerable membranes of my heart
My veins run dry
The very sap of my life is ebbing
My soul is tattered
My thoughts turn to rags
My emotions are entangled
And my feelings thwarted and mangled in unborn ties
The discrepancies of my heart and mind now grow stronger
The differences become larger
I can’t forget you
I never will
You have touched my soul
And my feelings that were once precious to you
Are now gone
They turn to dust
I am nothing to you
I cease to exist in your heart’s memory.
Those streets we walked on together,
Will remain lone and dull
There seems to be clouds hanging
An overcast nagging lull
Those broken threads, those unspoken words
All but bring me back to you
Yet those empty moments drown in their own emptiness
Those untold stories
Those unheard excuses
Those unsaid will be unsaid forever
Those dark shadows of the past haunt me and shall haunt me forever.
Your thoughts devour me,
they engulf me in pain.
I am beaten,
I am tired and exhausted.
But I will always love you
With everything that remains
My spirits are tainted
My soul is fragile
In those fragments, I miss you
I want you, I want to take care of you
I want to keep those thoughts alive
Keep me inside
I know I will never have you again
My frayed and tattered existence turns into a rag
Those pieces are now covered in my blood
I am drenched in thoughts of you
Now that I bleed
My tattered existence
Patched up in rags
To cover those wounds you give me.
Again, “Words and Colours” this is a perfect example to show how words are inspired from colours and this vivid imagery of rags expresses how we feel when we have been hurt or lost a love in our lives.
Again inspired by another painting by the same painter, I composed another poem:
“Sunday Pray” Santiago
To you they may look like a group of people going to pray
To me they are all ambassadors of peace
Who are walking the earth and have come here to stay
They are all agents of change
I know it seems strange
They are all going to work
Work towards a purpose,
A direction, a common goal
They are not holy men
They are serene and to them
“Work is workship”
That is how they pray
Let us not talk about religion
About division, about boundaries
For the spirit is infinite
We are bound to the greater good of humanity
These men pursue that greater divine good
They are discussing our destinies
As we pray
As you pray
As I pray
The differences have beautifully merged
Now they are in harmony
For we are all the children of that one world
And creations of that supreme power
So, we bow to our creator
And hail to the power of existence and being!
Here, I have used the french word “Incroyable” which means amazing or incredible to highlight the concept of Words and how word play is important in art. In this entire chain of thoughts I am explaining how whatever be the medium it expresses similar thoughts.
When it comes to better explaining the concept of “Words and Colours” Ekphrasis is the word that comes to mind. The etymology of the word “ekphrasis” has its Greek origins ‘ek’ means ‘out’ and ‘phrasis’ means ‘speak’, hence in this case when I describe one piece of artwork, a poem is used to accentuate the thoughts in the painting. As Aristotle said “Art is an imitation of reality”, I find that is very true, artists can gain inspiration from what they see around them..For example in this series I have gained inspiration from other mediums of art, like a photograph, a painting, a song, some musical instruments, sculpture. Artists influence one another. Usually every idea has a story and one idea takes over the other and has a life of its own. The way one art form presents itself can merge into another. That is the beauty of art, where thoughts and emotions flow from one medium to another. Thus art is not restricted to one medium, but one medium owes itself to another medium. For example when we go into the psyche of an artist we can see a reflection of his/her personality on what is created. All, I am saying is one art work is created not by destroying another art work, but by drawing from it, by adding to it. Here, I reiterate a multidisciplinary approach and that is what ‘ekphrasis’ explains better the idea of rhetorics in art. ‘Words and Colours’ are inspired from each other, connecting poems to musical pieces, paintings,photographs,sculptures,drawings and vice versa.
This is the beginning of the concept of “Words and Colours“. On World poetry day,21st March, I am delighted to introduce this concept and I am hoping to also “Through expressions” which will be a series of my poems in collaboration with other photographers express myself as an artist,poet,painter,writer.
Again the painter and poet in me both speak at the same time:
Those laces that leave behind the traces of those dark days
Those days when you and I were together
You are death, now you are my death
You are a black rose
You may mean so many things to so many people
But to me you are death
You are full of mysteries
And as you cast shadows
You create a world of mystery
Which unveils itself ,bit by bit
In this fantasy of life,
You are my death
You tell a story
But I detach those emotions
Those emotions, from my imagination
You have shared pasts of many lives
You walked this earth many times
You unburdened my heavy heart
You allayed many fears
But now you emerge as this impending doom
You are my black rose
You devour secrets
You suck out every sap of life
I am dancing the dry death of desire
Many monsoons have come and gone
You have left me standing here alone
You tell me so many things
Yet many are unsaid thing
Of your poetic prose
Now they seem morose
And this chapter of our lives
We must close
Let bygones be bygones, I suppose
We are frozen in time now,
in this dull moment
in this present moment
we have left behind many memories
Of our own free will
Those yesterdays haunt me
The future beckons me
I don’t want to look back
Those moments where you and I were together
Now turn white and black
Those ill fitted gaps somewhere form sepia images
I often wonder why you made those false promises.
Why some of so many desires remain untouched?
Those long forgotten pasts are now long overdue
Your and my love now backdated
Our histories torn apart, separated
But the remains I keep,
With them under my pillow I sleep!
These lines have been inspired from David Lawson’s black and white photograph:
Let us trade dreams
You give me one dream
I will give you another
You trust me and confide in me your inner thoughts
But I am weary, as the world is wrought with distrust
In the hope of celestial light
Let’s tear out strands of light from the moon
The moonbeams shed their light
Where we sell our souls everyday in this marketplace, we call life
Here dreams are sold
Here everything is for sale
Here, in this marketplace, emotions are bought and dreams sold
This I have often been told
Where passions are marred,
Grinding under the dead of habit
Crushed, pressed, pushed into a quagmire
This is business where we give up our intimate desire for some concrete profit
Where we give up that we held dear to us,
We become machines, soulless creatures of flesh and blood
Manipulated by wants and desires, seduced by vices
We are being chained by many ‘isms’
We have a hyphenated existence
We are free to speak, yet impugned for saying too much
How do we know our limits?
As if we have eyes, yet have no vision
As if even if we have limbs we are invalid
Those immobile hopes crashed those dead desires that were once lost
But the embers are still burning strong
Those dreams not lost
This marketplace has not been able to distinguish those embers
The marketplace is inept to put a price on those dreams.
Those dreams are priceless.
Borne out of tears, blood and sweat
My dreams from the drudgery of this everyday existence
(These) thoughts that take flight
That releases me and now has become my religion
My life, my beliefs are those dreams.
Those dreams are not for sale
My soul is not for sale
My love is not for sale
I am not for sale to a trader of dreams
Sreyashi Ghosh (C) 2011
Flamenco has a rhythm,just like the rhythm of life. In many ways the “taal” was same as that used in our Indian Classical Music as well, much like the beats to Kathak. The pirouettes and some of the bold movements were very alike. We enjoyed the best Flamenco, at Ana Maria, in the old town of the Santo Cristo Plaza. Walking down the cobbled streets of Marbella has a charm of its own. This could be one of the main attractions while you spend a week at the Costa del Sol.
In the mystic haze that binds you and me.
This red swirl turns me to dust.
These moments of lust last ,while you dance with me.
Inebriated by the madness of beats
transformed into an enchanted melody
I reel in this kingdom of hedonism
I am drawn by the passions of the night
They lure me to you
Seduced by words,
in this empty world of euphemisms
bathed in a realm of senses
doused in red fiery
I feel the flamenco
I feel the music
I feel the beat.
Those moorish souls of the past beckon me
They take me to an exotic world of dreams
intoxicated by those throbbing sensations
those palpable moments of peace
that is when I met with my music
and was one with the music of my soul.
Sreyashi Ghosh (C) 2011.