The Dimensional Doorways Created by Art
How Writing, music, and art open portals for both creator and receiver.
Have you ever seen visions in the form of paintings? Well, I have! Not always though. But either when I don’t paint for a bit and really miss painting or else I get excessively emerged in it – at both those times that I literally have visions in paints! As I close my eyes, I see real life images, only in bright colors same like primary acrylics! And so I consider those visions as both inspirational and destined! And when I finally do paint, even if they be far off from my visions; but they do help me find a release that I just can’t explain. Also, at times, its way later that I also become able to interpret few of my doodles or free flow arts!
Additionally, I though find my niche in writing, often being quite articulate in transforming my thoughts into words; yet there are times when I just fail to write what I really feel. Those are often dark times, and there is this thing with me that I just can’t write negatively. Or maybe, its those moments or phases when my mind is still not clear with my situation or feeling about something. And then I instead doodle or paint excessively. The sub conscious feels things to be important enough to register, but is just not clear to express them in words. And that’s when I doodle or paint more.
Regardless it be painting or writing or even music for that matter! Each time that I create something, it feels as if a chunk of my soul has turned alive and a fragment of the weight within is lighter. Maybe that’s how a mother feels when a baby comes out. Light and proud.
And it is not even crucial for an art piece to be a master piece. What matters more is the authenticity and effortlessness of it. If you would be totally in the flow while creating something, it won’t really feel like an effort.
For me, creating anything is not even about making it a product per say. Just the act of creation and in itself is life for me. I often say, that writing is like breathing for me. It is only through writing that I actually get to know what I am really feeling within. It simply helps me connect to my higher self or sub conscious mind. For I don’t really construct or create. Things just get created out of me. I feel as if I be a medium. And the words just pour out, the exact paints just spread, the poems get poetic, songs get composed, objects find their shapes, doodles say stories. And even I become as much a reader or a viewer or an interpreter of them as anybody else. I only let it flow out of me. I only be willing and devoted to it.
Result? Way beyond what it gives me in return! My entire life is in a way registered in poems. My entire evolution is an epic written in various diaries and books; sketched and painted across pages, canvases and walls. And I don’t even know if that matters or not! For we all die. So would I! Most of the writers get recognised after their death. Many artists die unrecognised by the world. Maybe that’s what makes their art and writings great. For they remain unaffected by the vices of the world. And they instead get fuelled by the atrocities of their life.
I however still wish to manifest an abundant life along with still remaining an authentic medium for art to be created. And that’s hope. Maybe that is equally crucial to be first felt and later expressed for the world to feel the same.
Unless a person has not suffered and not hoped for another world, maybe the utopia won’t be that intense. Probably, that’s why it is crucial for creators to have experienced the lack of something. At the same time, we only create what we know. Even imagination runs under the umbrella of things that already exist or have existed or will exist. So, for the imagination to create the most optimum art; the artist must have experienced or be aware of the other side. The abundance part.
A filled stomach may not create a heavy filling meal, but it can surely create a great dessert. An empty stomach may however be in hurry to anyhow create something edible. Maybe a balance is essential. Also, the genre varies as per the state of the artist.
And an empty stomach would find even the most mundane of dishes as the most luscious. But a filled stomach would rather be choosy and would only consume what is really nutritious and tasty.
Says so much about the receiving part as well.
Maybe that’s why, I find all these reels and quick arts or AI generated songs to be lacking in soul for larger consumption. They are quick, true, same like industrial products; but they lack authenticity, the depth of real feeling and the star dust of life creating something. Yet,they too offer a portal. Maybe a quick one. Maybe a virtual one. They too can be inspiring. Say, I recently got inspired looking at an abundant family’s reels all the way across the other side of the globe.
The main point here is not how something is created or who or what creates it. The main point is the power of any creation to open a dimensional portal both for the creator and receiver!
And of course the portal does get impacted by the state of mind and intention of either sides. Like, the idea of feminine beauty has changed with years. The intention however has been the same throughout – to portray the beauty of female forms. Yet, maybe in a certain time period, people appreciated the curves, and in a disaster struck economy, they may detest it. And in a slim figure preferring time, they may look down upon it. Yet, in an intellectual and natural community, the curves again may rather be celebrated.
Like so, an artist may prefer to display his/her wealth across intentionally or it may just be so much a part of his/her life that it just happens to be a part of the art naturally. Now, the viewer may either get inspired by the riches or judge it.
The intention and our specific needs or desires or focus or taste – so many things impact both the creation and reception of any art. A rap singer may sing of his/her journey from rags to riches. A rich person may just try to hide his days of survival to be taken more seriously or to give an impression of being generationally wealthy.
While manipulation or selective creation or display or consumption is always a possibility; rather very much a reality; yet let’s for now, focus upon the art’s dimensionality.
I have a quote written upon my room’s wardrobe ‘maqsad kya hai gaaney ka?’ that roughly translates to – ‘what is the purpose of song?’ I wrote it down long back to always remind myself that my voice matters, the music matters and it is very much essential to remember the purpose behind it. To always sing with my soul instead of simply performing!
Yeah! The word ‘performance’ has been bugging me somehow recently. Not like I am against it. I have been a performer myself when it comes to gigs. Yet, these days specially, when I have an abundance of solitude and most of my focus is rather directed within; it is getting more and more difficult to create reels or anything for public. Yet, my life’s timing is urging me to come out more often and display my work. And that’s where I am. For it all is seeming more of a performance. That can be a me thing.
Yet, to create soulfully is the point I want to talk about.
Art can only become a portal when it is done soulfully.
Else, its just a replica, or construction or I don’t know. A gibber gabber of words. A random spray of paints.
And there is nothing wrong with that as well. As long as you are enjoying it.
So many artists create this way. They just throw paint in various shapes or forms and later discover where they can highlight something and give some meaning to it. At times its just their chosen colors spread with a certain pressure. Likewise with music. Not necessary that a good piece always has lyrics. It can simply be instrumental. And even there the chords need not always match. Take Jazz for example. It has such a variety of highs and lows. Not always that are coordinated. Often they create shocks and surprises. Yet, they still heal or touch jazz enthusiasts.
So, what happens even when a creation doesn’t make an immediate meaning, yet touches soul.
What happens is that the artist creates something with soul. That emotion, that feeling, that moment is true, pure, raw, authentic and unleashes from the core!
And anything that comes out of the soul, even if it has no words, no black outlines, no defined structures – it still totally touches the soul.
As each soul has access to those core emotions. They just get lost in the noise and collages of the worldly affairs or else get brainwashed by conditioned structures and definitions. The real feelings however are at another level all together. They reach a level of crazy as they can’t be contained. Can’t be defined. They can only be felt. Can only be unleashed or freely contained.
Like the central point of earth full of lava. Or the seabed where yet another world thrives. Or the cosmos where all celestial objects float. Or the heights of sky where only eagles reach.
There are highest and lowest, deepest and purest points of everything. That’s where one reaches the gateway of art’s dimension!
And I feel that it is only to our limited and objective minds that these points vary. Maybe, energetically speaking, the highest and lowest point of an emotion or a soul lives in the same dimension. Like the coldest and the hottest shade or feeling. Don’t we laugh and cry with the same expression? Don’t we get tears in both the cases?
Maybe, in that dimension, it’s the extremity of any feeling that counts. Regardless it be pain or joy, rage or empathy. The excess, raw, core, pure, intense feeling transforming into an expressed art is therefore can be the gateway of that portal.
And not all can reach it. May it be at the level of creator or audience. For, it needs elimination of noise. And it needs connecting to your own essential self feeling a certain emotion in a given circumstance or situation! It also needs the courage to not just feel but also be willing to give voice to it.
There too, there are artists who rather hide in their art and then there are artists who find their voice in their art. Even hiding is artistic. You say in a way where you express yet not reveal the real fact. Even expressing is an art, for not everyone finds the rights words/strokes/tones/flavours to what they feel. That is but the creation part.
Even at the reception part. How can someone understand the intensity of pain if one has never felt that bad in life. Or how can someone actually understand concepts like twin flame connection or deep empathy for animals or an undefined love felt for someone you have met for the first time or the rage one feels when one sees something unfair happening to someone else for that matter!
The IQ, EQ, spiritual Quotient and artistic quotient all matter when it comes to both creation and reception.
Imagine creating a nature loving art in the audience of capitalistic consumerist society or vice verse.
A diamond is recognised and valued only by a jeweller or someone who knows its value. For everyone else, it rather remains a shimmering stone.
And it is not necessary that an artist would find people who would share the frequency of being as much of a visionary. And that’s why, many writers keep on writing their entire life and it takes the society years or even centuries art times to finally reach his/her level of awareness in order to access that portal.
It is not society’s fault. Nor is it the writer’s or artist’s fault. It is what it is!
If only world had recognised Vincent Van Gogh’s artistic ability when he was alive, he wouldn’t have experienced the plight he had to suffer with in his life. But maybe, his art wouldn’t have been as artsty or authentic as well.
Numerous artists and writers feel this urge to create, when their life feels inadequate to understand them or recognise their voice and so they just find some solace in reaching that portal through their art if not in real life.
And numerous people who resonate with that frequency later find an escape from their own lives by walking upon the paths paved by these artists. And they too find an entry to the portal. Maybe reach the same frequency. Maybe undergo the same metamorphoses. Or who knows!
Same like Language falls shorts to articulate the signified as it is via signifier; maybe neither the portal created by the artist is same like what he/she wished to reach at; nor does the receiver even enters the one that is infact created. Quite possible that the portal shifts with time and individual accessing it. Yet, a common umbrella of energy can possibly be created. Say, grief, or joy or love or passion or evolution; ad infinitum.
Of course, the same point can be looked from infinite view points in the radius of 360 degrees. Art after all is open to all interpretations.
Rather, it’s crazy how when I as a writer, read my own poems that I must have written back in my teenage or even a few years back; even I most of the times look at it from a new perspective! My own poems and I hardly remember why I wrote a certain piece or for whom. And I look at it as a third person – appreciating or criticising, resonating or scrutinising. If I fail to reach the same portal through my own creations after a period of time, how can someone else access it! Rather, it is not just those poems that are already complete or written in the past. I can’t even complete a half left painting if I leave it for few days. It becomes something else later on but not the one I had originally in mind. The energy shifts. So does the intensity and connection to it.
Shakespeare therefore had a simple rule to his writings. The three unities as he called it. Unity of action, time and play. He had adopted this rule from Aristotle’s poetics to deliver coherent plays, though at times also breaking the same rules...But this remains back of my mind as well somehow.
Therefore, I try to finish whatever I begin – at the same place, in the allotted time – to ensure justice to the creative inspiration and that portal itself.
But, each is to each. And one can be open to as many layers or perspectives when it comes to art. Totally depends upon what you are creating.
Like there was this song that I had written years ago on mountains in the snow. It however got chiselled a few months later on with a friend in city. And its after years that I finally could create it on my own. And now, I may even release it.
Not like I am on those mountains any more. Nor am I in the same mental state as well. Yet I know that each time I sing it, the song takes me both to the original place where it had got created, and the city where I got to practice it. And maybe a third layer would be when I would in a studio – record it. Later, who knows, where all the audience would reach when they would listen to it.
The same song connects me personally to three versions of myself. The same song can mean so much more or different for someone else. Maybe it gets connected to someone’s first solo trip or it gets saved in one’s memory when he/she met with the love of his/her life, or maybe one finds spiritual epiphany on listening to it. Who knows? Songs always are portals for sure – not just in themselves but also how we remember them and the memories that they hold!
And there are still abstract. Words be the most basic examples of such portals.
Entire history books live because of this possibility of them not just informing us about past but also in a way teleporting us to those timelines. How true they are and whom that they favour is a discussion for another time! Yet, they surely become the most legit portals for readers to almost time travel. Scriptures be yet another examples of travelling through centuries and connecting to the deities or heroes of the past. And even if we move to fiction, books be the direct portal to reach the imaginary world of the writer.
Or more trending these days is the medium of movies. It not only touches more of our senses but also are created by collective efforts of numerous creatives. Someone writes, another produces, someone directs, an entire team creates those illusions or visuals, another teams creates sound effects and songs and we get a sum total of those efforts in the form of an episode or series or movie. That’s the most simplified form of portal. For those few hours, we forget our own world and reach the dimension collectively created by all these creators. Though, this specific portal is rather intentionally created with a certain theme to it and is not as raw or pure in nature. It has layered portals and art involved. So it rather becomes a contained dimension that may or may not remain with us in the longer run.
Yet it for sure has this impact of making us teleport into a fabricated virtual world. And one never knows when a certain movie can change our entire life’s ideology or perspective towards something.
Like I had absolutely no idea about the concept of narcissism. I only understood it as someone too obsessed with self. But, I accidently found one series and while watching it found numerous similarities between those characters and few people I knew closely. Suddenly, my eyes got opened and a new world of topic opened up to me. Took me few years to understand, accept, digest, process and finally let go it’s impact. But that one series totally changed my life. I learned so much, realised, I was never the problem. It opened numerous knots of my own life.
That one series though was a contained portal in itself, but for me, it became a tunnel and kind of merged with my own life. Ultimately it became a doorway to transform my relations, myself and my life in an all together different way from how I would have otherwise understood or dealt with it.
I think, that series was meant for me. I think, that all art, music, writings, movies, any creativity is meant for certain souls. May it be at the level of creating them or at the level of receiving them as well.
There are few pieces that resonate with a majority of people. Like everyone loves Harry Potter’s world of magic, or many spiritual seekers appreicate Paulo Coelho’s writings or many romantics or female oriented readers find solace in Danielle Steel’s fictional world or Poetry lovers adore Khalil Gibran’s words... There are numerous other examples. Boy Dylan, Queen, Prem Chand, Van Gogh, Michelangelo, Frida Kahlo etc...
Yet, that doesn’t reduce the impact of other artist who may not have become as famous yet have created extraordinarily well. Many such bands or artists or writers don’t even want the lime light. Or many have a selective number of followers but they remain loyal admirers of them.
It’s all about resonation and what section of society needs a certain portal at what time!
Just because a large section is not appreciative of your art, doesn’t demean it or reduce it’s credibility or ability. It just means that either you think ahead of your time or are unique.
The very fact that you create makes you directly in touch with divine.
Isn’t it rather magical how these inspirations happen or how we get pulled towards certain books or songs or creations – almost as if played by destiny. It’s same like soul connections or destined moments or pulses in evolution.
I feel, even if no one ever reads or sees your art. Just the act of creating possibly creates changes in the collective energy of the universe and somehow contributes in collective evolution. Same like, if you are walking solo in an offbeat forest. Even if nobody is following you till a certain peak or noticing you making your own way; but just the fact that you faced all those obstructions on your own, cut through those wild branches, walked upon that grass or land – totally brought change to the topography. It paved a path for anyone in future lost in that forest. You won’t even realise it but maybe you lit a fire somewhere or found a shelter in a cave or left a useful item necessary for sustenance somewhere on the way- and that would indeed become hope for someone maybe months or years or even centuries later on. Only energetically, for we are talking about creativity and its impact upon collective.
Yet, these days, I am getting more and more inclined towards wishing for my art, writings and songs to reach the world. Something within is urging me to give my creativity a decent platform. It feels almost a responsibility. But that’s just me.
I still believe that the very fact that one creates is in itself a fully complete purpose! Creation is both a verb and a noun. The objective and the outcome.
Still, if the same creation can actually be utilised by others – then that becomes a cherry on top. That not only, you created a portal to another dimension but now many others can use it and have direct access to an evolved way of being or a certain emotion or a processed thought or whatever that your art wishes to express!
Creation in itself is divine, holy, an activity and life. It’s a portal as well as a dimension. It’s an active world of integration of life and imagination.
If you can be the medium of such creation, I would like to urge you to simply create. Regardless you have anyone that appreciates or not. And if you can even give your art better platform, then fear not, just do it. It’s not you in person who is standing on the stage or is being read by the mob. It’s that energy or the frequency that must reach those souls for them to have a crash course of something that naturally happened to you or something for which you really underwent immense emotions and finally processed it into the art that they can view!




