Objective #art is possible only when somebody has attained to a higher plane of being; it is created by those who have reached the peak. They can see the peak and they can see the valley both. They can see the height, the beauty, the sickness and the ugliness of #humanity.

They can see deep down in the dark valleys. They can manage to create some devices which will help the people who are crawling in the darkness to reach the sunlit peaks. Their art will be just a device for your inner #growth, for #maturity.

Picasso’s pictures are subjective art. Seeing a painting by Picasso … he has not considered you, who are going to see the painting. You are not taken into account at all. He has simply vomited his own madness on the canvas. It is simply a vomit.

You will start feeling tense, your stomach will start feeling weird — because he is not concerned with you, what happens to you, he is simply subjective. He is pouring out his own mind, what is happening to him; unconcerned about humanity or anybody. He is going crazy.

Definition of sane art is that listening to it, looking at it, it gives you health, wholeness, silence, peace.

Classical #music has tremendous sanity. It can make even an insane person sane, he may calm down. But #jazz, even a sane person may start feeling a jerk.

All that has happened in modern art, whether it is #painting or #music or #poetry, it is great but yet it is not sane.

Modern man is suffering, is in immense misery and hell and that shows in modern art. Modern art is a reflection. Art is always a reflection, it is a mirror.

The #artist is the most sensitive person in the society, hence he is first to become aware of what is happening.

The #poet is the most prophetic because he becomes aware of things which are going to happen, he becomes aware a little ahead of time, hence he is never understood.

Almost all the painters in the West have gone mad once or twice in their life, and have been put into mad asylums. Many of the Western painters have committed suicide.

This has never happened in the East. There is not a single instance in ten thousand years that a painter, a musician, a poet, has been mad, or has committed suicide. The reason is, it was art on the surface, but meditation in depth.

In the West it is just surface, there is no depth in it. And the surface is without any compassion, without any consideration, without any responsibility, When you compose music or poetry you are to understand that somebody will be reading it, what effect it is going to have?