Have you ever witness the happiness of an Artist when he/she is in an Exhibition? Well, I have and today, I will highlight some of the insights regarding a Day in the life of an Artist. So let’s start.
By nature, Artists are very sensitive people. Sensitive in the sense they feel and react to things that matter to them the most as compared to the general people.
This doesn’t however, mean that they don’t know how to carry themselves among general people. As a matter of fact, they are only comfortable among people who are more or less like them.
Most of the time, they have an ambiance by which people, in general, are attracted to them. And makes people talk to them.
Some of them leave an unforgettable impression on you whereas there are some whose first expression leaves a very negative image on the beholder. You may have many to relate to.
Art Exhibitions are the most common places where you might come across many Artists and might be lucky in spending time with a few. In my opinion, it is altogether a unique experience.
A couple of days ago, I visited an Exhibition and was impressed to see the lot with a passion for arts and creativity.
Many of the Artists comprised of people belonging to different backgrounds but the way they juxtaposed their passion into a fine piece was worth seeing and appreciating.
The gathering was not a huge one due to the situation of COVID-19 prevailing in the background but whoever was there among the audience were all art lovers.
Not to mention the chief guests who not only were learned people in the field of Arts but were down to earth people.
And the best thing about them was that they viewed each painting in the gallery and motivated the Artists. What else would an artist need to keep on producing ones best?
Some words of appreciation and motivation and a platform are the basic requisites that any artist needs to survive in the community.
Here, in Pakistan, mostly galleries are focussed on making commissions and paying less to the artists for their months of dedicated work.
All the same, there are galleries such as NUKTA STUDIO and Azure Art Gallery( online-launching soon) are the ones whose main focus is on the Artists from all backgrounds and their work.
The culture that is being manifested in these galleries is one of its kind, an experience worth trying out.
In a normal day to day schedule, a full-time artist is found indulge in their work irrespective of what is going on in their surroundings but they are different people if you interact with them on a face to face basis.
Their paintings are a depiction of their true self. If you want to know an artist, study their work. You will very much know about them even if you don’t get a chance to talk to them.
And even if you do get a chance to talk to them, always be bold without fearing the outcome. It’s worth an experience. Do try. Until next time stay safe and healthy.
Have you ever had the feeling of being Thrust upon something you don’t want.How do you deal with it?
Today, I will share a few things that really irritates especially when you do not want to have it in the first place. And also how to deal with it. So let’s start.
We often witness Thrusting in shopping malls where the sale person will do everything to make you buy their products.I am not against marketing strategies but I, don’t approve the way in which it is imparted.
Why drag oneself so low to get it sold. If you have a quality product, it would be sold automatically. You don’t have to sell yourself along with the product.
Secondly, are the make-up shops where this Thrust is seen at its height. Hardly, have I ever seen a make up shop where one goes and comes out without buying anything unnecessary.It’s a cult we are practicing for long.
Seriously, do you think, we really need all that make up for a single cause.Like if you go for a concealer only, you will end up buying the primer and the foundation along with the eye palatte an other accessories.Why?
The make up industry is so good at selling their products that you only know about the effects once you are out of the shop. Such a drama.
Thirdly, are the clothing shops.You are simply dazzled by seeing all that variety in the market.
And while you are deciding what mode of action you should follow, there comes someone to use their tactics of selling and thrusting upon you what they want you to buy.
I would rather say interesting selling tactics.Some will use the phrases of Literate clothes, other would coinage it with a persons name and say, wear this and your neighbour X, would be jealous.
And the most interesting thing is that sometimes the names they will use will be of the person who you think is jealous of your clothing.Its a relief for some to hear such phrases.
Fourthly, you face the Thrusting in beauty saloons.The most money minting industry, I would say.
You go for a single service and come back with a whole new look; obviously not for free rather spending tons of money on things you can easily do on your own at the comfort of your own home.
Here, too the sales person are using their tactics to brain wash the clients and mint money out of their pockets for simple services.
Fifthly, are the jewellery shops where Thrusting takes place in such a way that you , yourself do not know what is being done to you.
You only know that you want that particular thing or jewel and your mind fails to work and looks for alternatives.
Sixth, are the Gyms, where Thrusting is seen at its peak. One goes to the gym for a specific purpose but here too, one is extorted to the maximum.If plan A, can work well for the client, still plan B and C would be Thrusted upon the client as a compulsion.
And the client would be convinced to the extent of being totally brainless. What else can I say.
Seventh, are people belonging to institutions offering various courses. Here, you will face a lot of Thrusting.
You want to learn a specific course but you will be offered multiple bundles. These bundles will only waste your time and money without adding anything positive to your learning.
So be really alert when you are being Thrusted upon such bundles. Or else you know what will happen.
And Lastly, are the medical professionals. You go for the treatment of a single disease but are diagnose with multiple ones.How?
In order to diagnose you with what you already know, you will have to give a zillion tests before they can diagnose you and give you their prescription.
And believe me, you will be convinced to your gut what they are saying is true.They are the Philosopher’s king who know all.
In the end I would like to say that dear friends , you have a sound mind that works very well.If you can read this blog, you can easily know when you are being Thrusted upon.
You have the power of walking out of it without any external help.
Let no one tell you what will look good on you or how much accessories you need to be happy or even Thrust themselves upon you.
You, can take this decision on your own.Think about it. Until next time, stay safe and healthy.
Here, is my story, how traveling can open one’s eyes to the atrocities/discrimination around us. Today, I will talk about such a person who has been my inspiration since childhood. So let’s talk about her.
I remember, Haiqa from my childhood memories of the 1980s. I was 5 years old then, traveling with my family to the U.S. My father was a government official who was deputed in the U.S to attend a study course at the University of Vanderbilt.
I had dreams as every child would have while traveling abroad, unaware of atrocities, awaiting us.
Asians and people from other Nationalities are valued with great esteem in our part of the world but to the outside world, we are bloody Paki’s or Brown Nation and may also be categorized at best as Indians as a compliment.
My first memory of Racism is an encounter at the U.S Airport. This, I witnessed and observed through the body language of my father who then was in his early 40’s as I am today.
My father very politely addressed the white man (him )as “Sir’’, and asked him how to operate the vending machine?
He jerked his shoulders and with disgust on his face went away. I was too young to determine whether he was an American or belonged to some other nationality. My small brain only knew that he was white/fair and we were brown.
I kept on observing my father and the reactions of the passers-by who mostly were white/fair people. I could not find one white person who would stop and show a kind gesture of telling my father how to operate a vending machine.
My father looked at me and smiled and said, “it’s ok darling, we are new here and people don’t understand our accent.”
I smiled back at him and nodded ok. But in my heart, I knew, there was something wrong.
I turned around and looked at different people who were gazing at us. Feeling slighted and embarrassed, I hid behind my father.
In the meantime, I had already observed a Black man standing around the corner of the vending machine observing the attitudes of the passers-by.
After some time, he mustered up the courage and came to my father and told him how to operate the vending machine. My father thanked him a lot for the help.
I was very much impressed by the attitude of the Black person and how my father described his kindness.
The only topic of our discussion on the way to the University placed apartments was the kindness of the Black person and how we should be kind to each other irrespective of our color or race or language.
The reception committee in the apartment building was very cordial as far as I can remember. They gave us a warm welcome and showed my father the apartment where he was to stay for two years during his study.
There was a park in front of the building in which we lived. My mother used to watch us from the kitchen window while we sisters played in the playground.
It was the playground where I met Haiqa for the first time.
She was being bullied by American boys and as I recalled my experience at the Airport, how it made me feel; without thinking, I rushed to her rescue. When the boys saw me coming, running towards them, they were scared and ran off.
She looked at me, smiled, thanked me and we became best friends till my stay in the U.S. She was from Ghana.
She was my crime partner in eating the snacks her mother and my mom brought but we were happy. I don’t remember her parents that much but they never said anything regarding our friendship.
I remember one particular incident of Elevators that changed my life forever. They have always scared the hell out of me. And the elevator in our building was the sort that did not open if it was closed.
Once coming back from the playground, she and I were in the Elevator. The elevator opened on our floor and she went out. She knew elevators scared me. As soon as she got out, she called my nickname and said, Sherry, “come quickly before the elevator closes”.
I was about to get out when the elevator started closing.
She could see the fear in my eyes. Without hesitation, for a moment she placed her hand in front of the closing door of the elevator and said to me not to worry and get out.
I managed to get out but unfortunately, her hand was stuck in the elevator. I tried opening the elevator to take her hand out but it was of no avail.
I told her not to worry as I will get help. I ran to my mother and told her that Haiqa’s hand was stuck in the elevator. My mother then called her parents to let them know of the situation along with the maintenance people.
We all were there when the maintenance guys took her hand out of the stuck elevator.
I thank God every day that nothing happened to her. She changed my views about life forever.
I think about her every day and recall her attitude towards people of color.
How a small gesture can change someone’s life forever. Good deeds are never forgotten and come back time and again to smooth someone’s else life.
I wish her happiness and success wherever she is and have this desire that someday, our paths meet again.
And, I can show her, how I have graced over the years from a frustrated child to a graceful lady and how her attitude towards friends and unknown people has made me contribute my life’s learning in helping people around me and the globe.
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