AUTHOR'S CORNER:

ARTISTICALLY MELANCHOLY ME!

Temperamental?  Horrid? Moody?  Who me?  I don't think so!  I am nothing more than a deep person, and insightful human being who has the ability to scrape through the rubbish of the world, to push through the cobwebs of politically correct, newly invented phrases, to see past glorious sunsets and mountains capped in snow!  I am an artist who sees colours you don't see, who hears expressions you fail to hear, who feels the roughness of a smooth texture and the smoothness of that which appears rough!  I am vision and sound personified!  Artist!  Artist!  I am Artistically Inclined!  Therefore I see what you cannot see and I do what you cannot do!  

SO IF I'M SO WONDERFULLY BLESSED WITH SUCH INSIGHT, WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH ME?  WHY AM I JUST NEVER CHEERFUL?

Okay then ask yourself, was Shakespeare?  was Van Gogh?  Was any self-confessed artist ever actually happy?  I think the answer to that one is NO!

Q; WERE THEY UNGRATEFUL?

A; NO THEY WERE NOT!

Q; THEN WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM?

A; THEY JUST SEE THINGS IN 'DEEP' 

EXPLAIN......

Okay, writers, musicians and artists alike, are not like the average Joe who walks the streets; they are in fact a slightly different species who have evolved over thousands of years. A bit like evolution of normal man 

only we are interested in portraying/writing what we see and expressing ourselves through the pains and tribulations in society!  In other words, pain appeals much more, because as everyone knows, pain is drenched in vibrant rich colours whilst happiness is simply

pastel soft!

You see when a writer thinks of a love scene, he/she does not just see boy, girl and sunset.  No, what a writer sees is boy - misunderstood, branded as a troublemaker, father in and out of prison, and let him down  when he was a kid.  Mother had to work all hours to support him; has a talent for football but nobody knows it yet!  Girl - beautiful, tormented by her loyalties to her working class family; her father has been laid off work, her mother is suffering from mysterious illness!  Boy meets girl, girl is Jewish boy is Muslim!

 OH MY GOD!!!  

(Worse what will the kids be?  Since to be Jewish you must have a Jewish mother and to be Muslim you must have a Muslim father....They will be Mewish!)

His blue eyes are a symbol of how cold and icy society can be when it comes to forbidden love!  Her red lips, are not happy, but a representation of her bleeding heart; a heart that was not allowed to be with her one true love!  DO YOU GET THE PICTURE???  

BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE....

They run away together and set up home; at last they are happy!  No, because the guilt that has been planted in between the bedding of their marriage has now started to grow; and now it seems justified and real!  They seek to live up to the prophecy of their failure and sabotage their own happiness.  She suspects that he cannot be happy being with a girl like her as his parents disowned him.  The truth is, he is happy being with her, very happy in fact, that he cannot believe that she  loves him and only him, and hence starts to stray out of fear of rejection!  Oh, the pain, the pain.....

THE ENDING?

After a colourful explosion of wrecking emotions and heart wrenching scenarios, (and a few displaced Mewish children along the way) it all ends rather explosively and awkwardly, where they finally realise that they should have ignored all foolish social pressure in the first place!!

TA DA !  Life in a very colourful nutshell with all its rubbish, crap and pains of a society with more hangups than a butcher's shop!  

So yes, writers, Musicians  and artists do see the melancholy in life, it is what makes them so wonderfully creative and so delightfully colourful and interesting!  OH THE SUFFERING FOR OUR ART!!

So, next time anyone criticises an artist for being moody, remember, it is the moodiness that ignites the flame that heats up the furnace of creativity!