My visit of
the LOUVRE, Paris last month led me to a startling realization-that art and
literature are ‘distant’ cousins, yet blood-related. Just
seemed to me like the English and the Americans, the Paks and the Indians, who knowingly forgets that they are
related so close to each other and yet boasts of themselves over the other.
I had
observed clear and flowing poetry in the paintings of renaissance era masters. Alike,
the classic ballads and sonnets of the renaissance Europe had an enigma of its
contemporary paintings.
The more I
learned, the stronger became the link between art and literature, especially
painting and poetry. Every painting I saw at the LOUVRE had a poem in it, every poem I had read so far had a painting
canvas in it.
Botticelli’s Primavera, Davinci’s Monalisa, Vangogh’s Potato Eaters, Dali’s
Perception Of Time, Keats’ La Belle Dame Sans Merci, Coleridge’s Kublai Khan are all reiterating one simple
fact-art and literature are all concepts, expressed in two different languages
of human imaginations.
So, I have
decided to bring in the idea of art-literature courtship through this blog, letting
you see how a painting is poetry and poetry a complex painting.
In a world
where science, the third child of human imagination rules, lets pay tribute to
the brothers of science, art and literature-humanity’s most beautiful
creations.
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