The state of containment



The surreal feel of Corona times- the social isolation and getting used to the new ‘normal'. Still holding strong to what I call- my own sense of wonderment (not forgetting to enjoy the existence), while struggling with various shades passing through the landscape and mindscape within the space of my physical existence (body). Thankfully Bhagwad Geeta holding my hand and through this ancient text, from time to time I get insights that remind me to surrender to the flow of life and not losing faith. One such insight while I was scrolling some terms was the word- ‘Samya’ which means the state of containment.

All that I think of creating, all that I think of manifesting holds a space in my heart. and all this, while it remains unmanifested, is contained inside. While I wait for all of it to come into manifestation. And what makes me believe in the manifestation of my vision is, I being an artist who is not inspired by imaginary things but real life. The matter and the soul of matter that exists around me and I being the enjoyer or all these visuals happening around me. Grasping the visual- processing through the soul- recreating on the space given- what comes out is art. 

The sense of placement of the subject, playing with forms and textures is a privilege granted to the artists by the creative force of the universe- the ‘Prakriti’. And ‘Samya’ being her state when she swallows her own creation at the end of the creation, contains everything inside and goes into the state of oneness with the unconscious...till the onset of new creation when everything unmanifested comes into manifestation.

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