Small Things

A: "It's crowded in here." B: "You are one to complain since you are a part of it." A: "But am important! " B: "So am I." noises from the background: "Me too" "Me too" "Me too" B: "See" A: "But that's not how it works." B: "I agree. But that's how it is." A: "Hmmm. It would be less crowded if we could organise ourselves." B: "How do you propose we do that? " A: "By ranking our importance from most to least and falling into a cue." B: "But we are all equally Important." Noises from the background: "We are" "We are" "We are" A: "But I am telling you, that cannot be!" B: "And am telling you, that's how it is." A begins to think. B: "Stop! Don't..." *Pop* A new thought (C) appears. B to A: "I told you not to think, see what you have done." C: &

I take a paper and a pen, I have no words in my head, I change it to a colouring one and am thinking what am I going to create with my whimsical drawing skills... We focus too much on making the sun yellow and the moon scarred, the day-sky blue and the night-sky black dotted with tiny stars. Its not about perfection but about expression. As I draw my abstracts in sketches comparable to a toddlers work it makes sense. Art is for yourself first, its your mind, the bright parts, the dark corners, the complicated edges and the emotional ends, on a blank canvas. And if you are lucky, there may be someone else who understands it. Don't be shattered because most won't, the will laugh at it, because that's the world we live in, they only appreciate yellow sun and the blue sky, green grass and starry nights. But we are so much more than that. Oh! We are so much more than that.