R T A S W A R
counter the increasing cynicism, aggression, deviousness and madness
of our millennium, it is imperative today for art to be aggressively-beautiful,
child-like, pure, flamboyant, direct, and unafraid of any form
of ugliness or deceit.
Without such beauty, life today is a desert sans water: the killing-badlands
of mad-max skinheads. There is really no alternative any more;
this madness and dishonesty has reached a point of Life Vs. Death.
I have been driven by dreams of pure beauty ever since I first
saw a wild red rose in the first garden of my childhood in Calcutta.
The fearless spectrum of stained-glass windows, gold-flecked miniatures
and medieval illuminations in worship of a fearsome and dazzling
beauty, mesmerised me into this state known as 'Artist'...
.... Now, Beauty is my armour. I am protected by it; saved by
it. I have no intention of taking off my Full Metal Jacket ---
for this is War. I am ready...
.... My armour shines like the sun, in links of gold and silver
chain-mail, as I battle to keep Beauty alive. All the dazzling
colours of Heaven and Hell's kaleidoscope flicker-off my metal
warrior's garb; my face shines with the shocking colours of my
war-paint... An artist, a writer, with my brush and pen my arms,
I fear nothing... I am ready; ready for battle.
.... Look at all of my dreams. Read each and every word of my
prayers. Now I lay them all bare before you; joyful and unafraid
before your cynical gaze.
.... If any glimmerings of these, my private paradises and glittering
infernos, touch even the smallest shadows of your soul, feel free
to let me know all of your thoughts.
York City, November 2000.