Maybe my imagination is getting the better of me, but since the year 2010, I have noted too many artists passing on - not just worldwide,but closer home too- some in the prime of their youth, some with still greater work to contribute.There have been weeks dotted continuously with death in the news, and I couldn't help wonder - Why?Has some kind of ill fate befallen the worldly tribe of artists?I am not one for superstitions, but I do seem to witness a lot of losses in the world of creativity.Take the past few months, for instance - Prince,Paul Cox, Abbas Kiarostami, K.G.Subramanyan, Mahasweta Devi - and that is not the end of the list. Maybe it is a personal lapse;perhaps my memory is not helping,or I started noticing too late. Nevertheless, "Death,be not proud" ('Death',John Donne).
Today, I got a chance to behold the changing art scene in my country, on attending a film festival of sorts.Filmmakers seem to be reacting to the noise on and off celluloid, through mostly silent creations.I list a few of my favourites here: A Beast Called Beauty - directed by Aakanksha Chitkara Maybe because I am a woman living at a time when India is renowned for objectification of and heinous crimes against women, this documentary film struck me the most and inspired this post.The film voices the common woes of our sex racked by the rigid concepts of beauty set by the society; a situation only worsened by the marketing techniques of fairness creams and other beauty products.However,the movie ends on a happy note, with the featured females professing to have realised that they have accepted who they are, and are content with themselves.I hope every girl out there does the same. In case your interest is piqued, here is the link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5M1kI5FNz_g ...
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