tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319382832011-04-21T16:43:43.261-07:00GalleryPraachyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07518264807708525588noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31938283.post-1154365132375936282006-07-31T09:53:00.000-07:002006-07-31T09:58:52.376-07:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31938283-115436513237593628?l=gallerypraachya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GalleryPraachyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07518264807708525588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31938283.post-1154344557686748472006-07-31T03:40:00.001-07:002006-07-31T10:49:01.863-07:00<em><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Living in the city today, dusty, choked, bleary-eyed from the hang-over of existance, one tends to lose sight of the truth and beauty of creation. </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Living in Bangalore, trying to keep pace with an exploding universe of speed, technology and thought, hamstrung by power failures, suffocated by vehicular pollution, stranded in a sea of traffic, one cannot but yearn for a break from the race...against everything! </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#000099;">It is truly a challenge to see beauty around us - the rainbow, the butterfly, the anthurium blossom on the roadside. We are truly, as the song goes, "Running to stand still", forgetting every minute, the essence of existance. To pause, for a moment, to live forever.</span></strong></em> <strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">Emily Dickinson had once pointed out, "The mere sense of living is joy enough", a sad fact we tend to forget.</span></em></strong><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="color:#660000;">At Gallery Praachya</span>, we believe in the pause. The pause that is pregnant with possibilities, with dreams and imaginations, with expression of the unamputated soul. With artistic creativity and the truth of its expression.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="color:#660000;">At Gallery Praachya</span>, we believe in what Picasso had once famously said: <span style="color:#663366;">"Art washes from the soul the dust of everyday life."</span> Art lives in the ordinary, but reaches for the sublime. At its truest, it is man touching his soul, reaching for the God he knows and sees, to raise him above the "sordid perils of actual existence".</span></strong></em><br /><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="color:#660000;">At Gallery Praachya</span>, we believe in that true art, the expression of the soul. The true artist, whose eyes see the truth in a way that we seem to miss is our patron saint. Picasso, that supreme magician of the form, had hammered home the truth when he had said that "There are painters who transform the sun into a yellow spot, but there are others who with the help of their art and intelligence transform a yellow spot into the sun."</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="color:#660000;">A Gallery Praachya</span>, we try to bring in the sun in our collection. The yellow dot is left outside. Our artists cut through the smog of the mundane as true sunshine destroys the night, illuminating the soul.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Welcome to the sunshine.</span></strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31938283-115434455768674847?l=gallerypraachya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GalleryPraachyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07518264807708525588noreply@blogger.com0