"Le Temps"
Acrylic on canvas, 31"X 31"
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manishavedpathak@gmail.com
Hands cannot hold the dreams slipping.
If your hands are careless you cannot stop the
golden sand slipping from your hands.
Those long hours of night...
thinking about the time that passed by...
some was slipped but some I got hold of....
some golden moments ,some scary ,some bitter...
the ins and outs of everyday,the places we visited...
the ones whom I took for granted, the ones who took me for granted....
the golden opportunities ,some I grabbed ,some slipped by....
Life really passes by fast. Looking back I realize that we never really notice that time was actually slow but we were running fast...there is a need to appreciate the time before it slips from hands in various forms . Need to notice time's real identity.
I started my art career very late in life and now, as the days pass, by I keep asking myself how can I get hold of time and not allow it to slip from my hands.....
My younger daughter is graduating from high school this year and she is applying for universities outside India . This is the same phase I experienced when my older daughter came to India for higher studies. Now once again the mother inside me ,want to stop the time. I don't want the time to pass. Our heart hold onto our children forever. I believe this is the motherhood journey and the ups and downs of this journey are the moments to be cherished by knowing the precious time that flies by.
Sharing a poem I read on the net:
yesterday went in a flash
today with a blink of an eye
yet tomorrow will go just the same
Wow...how quickly life passes us by
today with a blink of an eye
yet tomorrow will go just the same
Wow...how quickly life passes us by
The title of the painting is the French translation of "THE TIME".
