Sso having headed to Stockholm over the weekend to catch Roo Panes in concert, little did I realize the interaction would and could evolve into the dude stepping down the stage with a beer and having a chat. yes, just a random simple everyday dude chat. Other things on my mind, i was away and was not involved in the conversation as much as the ladies were up to (yeah, no shit sherlock!) . But i stepped in occasionally to catch some pictures, the ladies wanted with him and me being shutter-bugsy, I volunteered for this alone.
However, on exiting, I went right up to onto the crowd surrounding him and said “cheers mate, thanks for the great concert , have a good one“ , and he goes “yeah cheers mate, thanks for coming and see you sometime“ follow an absolutely otherwise cringe-worthy handshake, it was no less spectacular as any two buds anywhere of long time would do.
This. I shall remember. That humbleness.
That’s all that matters for as a mark of character for a man, and even more so an artist.
I recollect that humbleness quite distinctly of people i know who were upto something good, unique that were solely a product of themselves but never in the slightest in attitude showed ownership to their very own produce. be it writing, a stroke of color, an insight or and effort to make the world better. To liken it to a great photograph, it’s the marriage of moments, the light, the photographer, the tool and everything in between at that one precise moment. And how can the photographer, the artist take credit to it as it’s his alone?
To whom one owes the spark of insight, to see things in a way, the capacity to perceive, the shade of perception? Does the magic happen in comprehension of a thought or the procreation of the thought itself? experiences? comprehension of experiences? or merely a reaction to them shapes and shifts of what we put out as of our own? to whom we owe this.
individuality and individuation although a process to internalize and make a thesis out of oneself to get geared for the response to whatever come maybe, and etch our names in them, do we fail to recognize that it’s the very same experiences author us?
…..in realization of this, blooms that humbleness :)