If I was a modern art, artist I could have just left a blank space, blank blog, my blank canvass, and still could have received a blank cheque. Makes me wonder why we pay so much for art that we really don’t understand. Reminds me of the story where the king wore nothing but everyone pretended that he was wearing clothes made out of invisible threads. Why do we pretend? Does the artist pretend too, when he hangs a dead horse upside down in the middle of the Gallery and relates it to his mothers death? Why does the rest of us who cannot fathom the relevance still nod our heads and keep the pretense alive? Next time you see a big white canvass with a little red dot in the middle, know that the artist just had a blank moment. Nothing more, nothing less.
I am a beginner to all this blogging. Recently found a passion for writing. Not sure if I am a good enough writer to publish a REAL book. I am probably using this as a testing platform to see if I attract enough interest. I was born in Sri Lanka, now for the last 26 years living in Australia. So am I a Sri Lankan or Australian, it changes time to time. Lets say I am not ashamed to say I am a Sri Lankan but I think my affections lie with Australia. I am a cancer survivor, marriage survivor, war (civil war) survivor and what ever else the world/destiny has thrown at me. So my blog I guess would be about all those things. Humour is Huge for me, fairness is huge for me, I question everything religion, cultural beliefs, Political decisions. So watch out for some some fireworks laced with humour. View All Posts