I was ten at the time. Give or take a year. It was the annual inter-class painting competition, that Holy Grail of all things artistic for pre-pubescent kids (atleast the guys, anyway) with little more than starry eyes and an inflated(parent-induced, no doubt) opinion of their own talents.
The teachers, in charge of the organisational aspects of this venture, sprang something of a surprise. 'Free topic - Anything you want', they said, setting off an excited buzz around the rather large drawing hall . 'Unheard of !', whimpered some. 'F***ing brilliant', claimed the rather more wordly wise. What scope this bold, daring step would provide for artistic innovation! What grand, hidden talent this momentous move would unearth !
The dominant subject of choice, for most, seemed to be a landscape of some sort. You know the works - a nice house, preferably with a chimney (a remnant of the Santa Claus delusion, perhaps) , garden, fence, mountains in the background, and the rising sun in the background.
Some others worked on their version of a rainy day, boats on a lake(visions of Monet's 'Impressions of Sunrise', perhaps ?), and other such mundane topics. No nudes though, sadly.
Meanwhile, I drew a curtain.
It was simply called 'The Curtain'. Of course, at the time, I wasn't to know that a title of this sort was very much in the tradition of Camus ('The Plague', 'The Outsider'), and Kafka('The Trial', 'The Castle'), not even to mention Rodin('The Thinker'), the work's quality unquestionable and its metaphysical implications immense.
Of course, I was laughed at. Mocked, even. By all the teachers, no less.
I tell you what, though. It might've been just a reddish brown, plain, frilly curtain covering the entire sheet of drawing paper. It didn't seek to blow in the wind, or anything funny like that. It didn't try to portray any showy light effects. Dammit, it may not even have covered a window.
It was, however, without a shadow of a doubt, the classic minimalist work of its time. And it was all mine.
No wonder I turned out so messed up.
Saturday, December 24, 2005
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3 comments:
But that was pure genius! Oh, you poor thing! No wonder there aren't many geniuses (genii?) in India.
If I'd been a teacher then, I'd have hugged you while laughing myself silly. If I'd been a kid in your drawing class I'd have punched you and stolen your painting. I hope you feel comforted.
Maybe you could've told 'em a story like:
"Behind this curtain lies a man with a bloddy hand. He shot his ex-wife and is now contemplating on going to Mexico and getting a new life there as a con artist."...or something.
You ain't messed up man. All of the human race is pretty much fucked up in some sort of way.
aran, absolutely :)
taorist, yep i gotta agree with that
natalie, heh! bravo !!
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