Living with the Muse

There is an artistic soul in everyone; like there’s a shower-time singer and a bedroom-mirror dancer in every person. There’s an author in each person who takes the trouble to sit down with a diary and scribble the day-to-day happenings. And there’s an unacclaimed painter in every person who sways paint-brushes for a living; be it the person who paints walls or marks the lines of pedestrian-crossings, the truth does not change.
Even the most unartistic person by self-estimate will certainly have a dose of art in some hidden closest of his persona.
It is different when one part of the human race performs for a living, the other part’s living becomes an ultimate performance that makes the world a beautiful stage for others to stand up and perform.
Art becomes art because it holds a mirror to those who keep the artists in them under lock and key. It is this realism that is being constantly processed in to art, captured and reproduced in various forms of works of art.
It’s the sheer determination that leads an artist to take the path of art. It is not only going against the social conventionalities but taking the risk of walking empty-pocket.
Perhaps it takes even more amount of courage for someone to give up the artistic soul within him or her and go on living a life with full of burdens to carry, knowing that art alone cannot feed the hunger. Even the harsh realities cannot keep the artistry under the waters forever. It emerges from the tiniest vacuum. Those who do not call themselves artistes perform only for a limited audience; like the drenched shower-curtains or the tiny dust particles in the mid-day wind.
After all, the very first artists of the civilizations never called themselves so. They were in fact hunters and farmers. The folk-songs sung in a bullock-cart journey or during the time of harvesting do not even have definite authors. But that does not make them less heart-catching. In fact, they became a force inspiration for the compositions that were to come. The cave-paintings depicted their lifestyles, the melodies of the folk-songs cried out the hardships of rural life. Art reflected the real life in many forms, thereby provided insights to life and inspiration to live.
Forgive me Mr. Wilde, I don’t think art can be as useless as you think.