I have seen many, since I know what is called behaviour character, traits and individual choices. My understanding started with accepting those I could connect with and ignoring those who had traits that makes me feel uncomfortable (hypocrites, liars, weirdoes, attention seekers etc.). It was much later, I realised I am surrounded by painters of different kinds. You will notice them ready with their paraphernalia of painting……to paint themselves always new.
I saw them smiling sweetly to the one they would love to murder…saw them butt licking…when they actually blabbered about how they hate boot lickers…saw them praising your friend….and bad mouthing them on their backs. They kept on astonishing me with their painting skills…I saw them painting themselves anew everytime..to feel more accepted…to feel powered…to hide their true self….to believe they are diplomatically smart in the so called ‘professional decorum’.
Their paint keeps on fascinating me…and to wonder on the creation of the supremacy who designed them. If I may ask myself, it is right or wrong..i dnt have the right to answer. The painter is free to paint as and when it suits them…
It’s interesting as well as vexing to meet these artists in daily routine….But they also made me thank god…for making families, where your siblings will be the rudest when they actually are, fathers will be angry and happy when they actually are (knowingly keeping mothers out of this category as it would be a despicable to even mention them in this category) and friends lastly.
As for me..my painter is still amused and wonders if their paint comes off when they see themselves in the mirror, if they like their talent or feel guilty and also if i will ever have to draw myself too…distinctly in different situations and with different people. I hope not..
When I think about the painters around me……
