Phool aur aag. Aur rang. Rang bas rang ki tarah, kisi aakar ya roshni ki tarah nahi - sirf ek rang ki tarah.
Flowers and flames. And color. Color as color, not as volume or light - only as color.
Flowers and flames. And color. Color as color, not as volume or light - only as color.
Paintings ko aankhon se samjha jana chahiye, aur shayad ye bhi sahi shabd nahi hai. Na koi likhavat, na koi baat-cheet, na koi gaana aur na hi koi naach unhe samjha sakta hai. Ve toh dekhne ka antim aur sarvottam anand hain.
Paintings must be understood through the eyes, and that's not the word either. No writing, no talking, no singing, no dancing will explain them. They are the final, the nth whoopee of sight.
Paintings must be understood through the eyes, and that's not the word either. No writing, no talking, no singing, no dancing will explain them. They are the final, the nth whoopee of sight.
Laal rang ka woh aakhiri pagalpan bhara kamban jaise hi woh hare rang mein badalta hai; aasmaan ke sabhi neele rangon ko sahayta aur aashwasan ke liye pukarta hua narangi rang ka woh antim cheekh... har rang lagbhag us khushi ko phir se pa leta hai jo usne pehla indradhanush bante samay apne andar mehsoos ki hogi.
The last mad throb of red just as it turns green; the ultimate shriek of orange calling all the blues of heaven for relief and support... each color almost regains the fun it must have felt within itself on forming the first rainbow.
The last mad throb of red just as it turns green; the ultimate shriek of orange calling all the blues of heaven for relief and support... each color almost regains the fun it must have felt within itself on forming the first rainbow.