HEART’S DELIGHT
The varied
patterns of unfolding life in flowers, plants, grasses: the textures of stones,
shells, bark; the sound and movement of water and of bird and insect life; the
subtle infection of cloud and mist and the changing sky are still the sources
of delight – no matter that civilization is getting inebriated with its mastery
of the material world. But this arrogance does not do for the heart of the
truer of the artists, for they hear the heartbeat of the earth raptly. It is
this steady singing hum that entrances them, and which they yearn to translate
into colour and form. Here is their true source of delight.
Well, painter Amit Harit is doing
exactly this. His is a work of lyricity. His lines are drawn from the nuances
of nature in her various incarnation .His patterns drawn in the wake of the
same. But, as also, he seeks new ways of suggesting the interwoven rhythms by
which the visible world is permeated, and tells of something far more deeply
interfused which binds together the patterns, say, of shells, the thrust and
swell of a flower, the slant of water upon a leaf, the flight of a bird, and a
feather’s fall upon the mossy stone.
These or such like, are the
artist’s adventures in the realm of the spirit, or of the seeing eye that
recreates what it falls upon .So that his composition do provide moments of
felicity to the responsive viewer. Heart’s delight is what all art is about.
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