Guilty as Charged: Falling in Love

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I remember walking through the gold gilded Versailles palace as a wide eyed teenager on vacation with family and trying to absorb everything I possibly could before being forced back into a world without a Halls of Mirrors just around the corner, heavenly fountains to frolic about in, or a Petit Trianon to chill in.
I remember cursing my luck at not being born in a time where such grandeur was paramount, where romance and gold were used in the same sentence and when more was always more.
I remember pointing out Marie Antoinette's bedroom to my father, only to have him laughingly say to my grandparents, 'We've been in Europe for a week and this is the only time she's chosen to point anything out to me.' #girlsgotexpensivetaste #highmaintainencefosho

But more than those memories, a conversation my father had with his father in law (my grandfather #duh) has remained with me through the decade and it's something I constantly refer to.

Here's the context:
  We had just visited the Lourve and we were in an art gallery nearby when I overheard my grandfather  asking my dad about his opinion on a painting. I don't remember which painting exactly now, but I clearly remember my father saying he didn't know if he was allowed to have an opinion.

 'Why not?!' my grandfather exclaimed.
'I have no knowledge of the art world, what is good or bad, what is worthy of a million dollars or what is tomorrow's trash,' replied my father.  'I don't know what the parameters are for measuring the worth of a piece of art and why some seemingly basic pieces of work are deemed remarkable. Usually to me, all I can see is some man took a piece of paper and scribbled something on it with some paint. Why is that worth 5,000 Francs and not 5 Francs?'

I don't know what my grandfather replied to that because I had followed my mom out the door to get ice cream #asusual, but for some reason whenever I see a piece of art - either looking or contemplating buying - this conversation pops into my mind.

In coming posts I'll share more imagery that I love, but for me it boils down to how the painting, editorial, ad, sketch - any form of visual communication really - makes me feel. I usually fall instantaneously in love - I get a little jolt of emotion, stunned into silence or excitement and my world changes forever there after.

Strong and intense I know, maybe even over dramatic for some - but if a piece of art hasn't moved you to that extent, then what is the point of it? Why bother taking it home with you if you don't like how it makes you feel? Or worse, doesn't make you feel at all?

I recently had a much awaited jolt when I came across artwork by the artist G.Subramanian AKA Subra. (How cute is that?)

Words can't describe the joy I get gazing at his artwork and I'm praying for the day I get to bring one of his masterpieces home.

Enjoy!







The man himself:


Are you ready for this? 
Calm yourself!: 

Radha Krishna



Ganesha



Krishna 






Saraswati

Buddha




I came across this video on the artist, if you want to watch him make the artwork skip ahead to 9:00.


~Rumi 





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