...she is most difficult to catch. Art critics and buyers find it difficult to determine whether a painting is real art? They try very hard to understand but are not always successful. As the cliché goes, Van gogh was a poor artist for his whole living life. Most often art escapes definition. Art is beyond any medium that may be used to pursue it. All mediums aspire to art. Writers, painters, actors, fashion designers, film stars (?), potters, singers, musicians, even fighters (martial artists) and mediators ... all call themselves artists. Yet each one is but one whore in Art's vast harem of mediums.

I believe that art is very close to who we are. We are intimate with art as much as we are intimate with our body. She is much closer to us than we can imagine. In fact she is we. This is why we revere her so. Art is everywhere from our smallest cells to the largest stars. This is why it is so difficult for us to see her. We are blind to real art. Art is built into this universe, or to be more precise, our entire universe, the 10,000 myriad objects are built using the principles of art. Since the builder and the built are one, art IS the universe and its creator. The conclusion seems a bit shocking and may tickle the fanatics a bit. To put it simply, this logic amounts to a simple fact Art is God.

Everything from a leaf, bacteria, water, space, sun, computers, auto rickshaws, stars and cars have an aesthetic dimension. This is art. The universe is proficient and prolific art. It is the ultimate artist. In pursuing art we may encounter this ultimate artist. We may be further surprised to find that this ultimate artist is none other than the artist in us. At the risk of sounding immodest (false modesty has never been a virtue) I am afraid to admit that this has been my experience. When I sit down to paint, there is no more “ I” left. There is only the painting making itself. Art happening. Where is the artist then?

...Who is this character called arjuna?