Beauty and Innocence

Beauty. A word that was once pure ,innocent and natural, like a virgin. A word that made you feel an emotion that was as pure as the rain that trickles down your cheeks on the dawn of a beautiful monsoon. Cheeks that are ridden with war paint and other stuff of an adulterous sort. They are artificial, as artificial as our conception of beauty.

My heart goes back to an era, a time when beauty did not exist to please those who observed it, but to simply shine in temporal radiance , that could be remembered for all eternity . But due to its pure intent, it was adored ,loved and honored in the most genuine way permitable. It was like a joyous child birth. The father and mother were the artists and their passion was love, pure beautiful love. They engaged in the skill day and night and created art in the form of a child. Their effort was innocent at its core and they created something special. A creation that was the most beautiful thing in their eyes. They just did what they loved doing, without an intent to please those around them, and the result was raw beauty . And the love was so powerful that the child had a smile that could bring warmth to ones heart and melt the most massive chunks of misery, simply for the mere reason that it was all natural, without the false intent of wanting to please others. The child was a piece of art that was created not for the adoration or appreciation of the crowd, or for the sake of art, but instead to celebrate the love of the father and mother. And that is why it will always be beautiful.

All of us love children and are most beautiful as children. Simply for the reason that our innocence during that age does allows us to only do things that we want to do, irrespective of the likes and dislikes of the world around us. We cannot wear plastic masks that are forged out of the most ancient lies. Our innocence is what makes us beautiful, it is what makes an artist a legend of sorts.

We must remember to practice art so as to find answers that lie deep within our soul, to kindle the most noble feelings that are let loose in the jungles of our minds, to do something simple because we love doing it. And then all that we weave, mould and paint will be beautiful.