The Abstract Distraction

5th September 2016

Symphony of Colours

We always need to distract ourselves when preparing for something new, else worries flood your brain. So I decided to paint, yes, it is a time consuming process and I bought a really large canvas (30 x 40 inches), but my father wanted a painting that he could put in an empty wall of our house and so I embarked on my abstract strokes of uncertainty. I started the journey imagining colours that bring me happiness, I have never understood what my paintings depict so I started out with this simple thought. I feel that an amazing piece of art can evoke an amazing emotion heavy with depth and every piece of art therefore has some level of emotion attached to it. Just like all humans can feel emotion to different extents.

This distraction sure is paying off. But I always have this fear that something is missing, all the days of planning (about a month for me) sometimes cannot eradicate this fear. I see this fear in my dreams. I pay more attention to my dreams, especially my nightmares, since they provide deep insight into our buried emotions.

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I wonder if the airlines will start charging people for being overweight, maybe that would motivate us to watch out belly. It's odd how we can fit our whole lives into bags that we can carry. I mean, our things show aspects of our lives, choices that we have made and habits that we nurture. To quantify that in a weight on an aeroplane is hideous and abominable. But it's not like we're flying into death camps where we can't buy anything to survive. We buy, we use, we throw away, it's what humans do. We are so quick to move our eyes away from things that we haven't solved; we just stop paying attention to it after a while. It is like we get bored of seeing poor people and trash and we block it from our vision, from our lives completely. We live in a world where we the heroes and heroines of our story and everything should revolve and resolve itself around us.

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Why do we run from the truth? Why do we hide? Why do we bring ourselves so far behind the veil? What do we accomplish in doing so? Does our time go any slower or faster? Why do we worry about events that are not in our control? 

Far too many questions. Sometimes, too many questions stem from not asking the right question. What are we running from?

But, this basic question is too far away while we are in our distraction.