In classical musical tradition; may be also in all other forms of Art and expression of human thoughts, there is a stage of finality of rendering, where the grammar and Syntactic Discipline of artfulness and exposition loses its primary and cardinal relevance. What remains of singular and lasting utility and worth is the Innocence of the artist and Honesty of art. The only weight that is felt by listeners and audience is that of the uniqueness of Melted Individuality, which the performer transports to the consciousnesses of the audience. This is Emergence – the Physics entering a Dimension where probably its structural plexus remains hidden as ‘roots under soil’ and the feel of functionality blossoms above as fruit-laden tree.
I, for sure, can never reach to such a stage of finality in my journey as a confabulator. However, this is what I cherish and seek. With all humility and compassionate honesty at my behest, I wish to assure you; I have been a sincere student of ‘The Art’, since last 54 years and shall keep my persevered learning and unlearning processes, till death, on this avowed journey of artfulness of life-living in general and writing in particular. Nobody can be greater than the Art but, the audience, in their compassionate acceptance, sure can encourage the artist for the sake of art itself. I write, because you are; a magnanimous consciousness. Thanks…
