Artists are priests and prophets
of our time. In their temerity to speak Truth, they have been used by both the
good and the bad gods. And in doing so, pain has always been thrown on their
paths- both because they are artists and need some super experiences or because
they kiss the bad apples. Endowed with an extra sense that functions equally to
the five senses combined, their stroke and smash on papers and canvasses have
brought the naïve and ignorant to some kind of knowing- shame.
In what class can one go to and
be taught how to see what is not seen, to feel what is not felt, touch what isn’t
there and taste a colour? It should be the ghosts of artists and dreams of the
psychos. Which teacher can aid the hand of a child to sketch something above a
flower, sunsets, rainstorms and war? Why are the best of the artists children
of ‘strayed’ parents? Intrigue. Your mind sets to mock the injustice you have
been through. When you draw or write, in originality, a guru you are.
Gaddo hasn’t come out of his skeptic
sabbatical leave. Sometimes before, there had been a grapevine of him being at
par with authority over his cartoons in the Daily Nation newspaper. It is
understandable from various reads that the Press is a pet to the government. To
enroll Munene and crew for cartoons in whatever aims is a mock. The power of Gaddo
to let the white paper have a stroke of black went deep into the hearts of the
victims and the guilty. His use of crocodile and vultures to represent goons,
politicians and undercover institutions merged well with reality- of course he
didn’t write their names though they knew as we knew they were they.
To read a good book like The
Artist by Norman Garbo, listen to the African drums or classical lounge, to
hang souvenir in one’s room and office, to visit a workshop of art and have a
chat with the workmen, and to observe the fashion trend among other life
celebrating activities highly exposes one to a world of extra thought. For
politics, economy, news, health, music and lifestyle among other things are
without gossiping or show of promiscuity if expressed intelligently in a style-
art. It sets a similar view to all eyes that the insightful may see an extra
detail.
What can we say then? The eyes
that can’t differentiate between the mask of a spirit and an oracle are left to
spectate. Not all of us can be one thing at a time. As there are religious,
there are least of others too. Handle art carefully no matter your liking for
the least of what existed long in the age of man is presently a souvenir in the
museum. As writers write, musicians sing and sculptors curve, let there be a
showcase of great originality and master of work for the world of our times is
more of a comedy than tragedy.
Picasso did it and we celebrate him.
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