In Appreciation… of the Simple Pleasures of Life
I . believe that life has so much to give if only we cared to give a little thought to the most minuscule of joys (which we’d find so much of) only if we’d stop looking at the looming discomforts and discontents.
So here I am, to share with you the simplest joys in my life as I have experienced some time in my life and those that I take as I face each day, at a time.
Fascinated and drawn to them I am, though I can’t tell why. The happy done-up faces and striped pyjama -ed over-sized garb, have somehow made me smile. As a toy, soft, stuffed and huggable or encased on a showcase mantle, delicate in ceramic; even as painted wide-mouthed faces smiling right at me in a ear-to-ear grin from out of a picture frame, I‘ve loved them all, in all of their forms.I have, no doubt selectively taken what I like from more than one, out of the many ‘clown types’ (The Whiteface, the Auguste the Tramp or Hobo ) to create in my mind my own unique clown look and style.
Not their antics nor their larking about frolics, but the stereotyped form and guise; that cheery appearance of a bald- pated –soft- curly-ly- periphered toupee ,the playful tilted glance dissipating gloom, the full embodied and personified manifestation, is by and large what holds the focal lure and charm for me.
Had I a considerably generous presence of them in any appointed locale around me, never would I ever tire of them. Think I must mention here, preferring the gleeful ones.
Though there are, it appears, some nice, and some not so nice, the perception over all remains for clowns to being funny beings, out to make fools of themselves just to get others laugh.
A clown with a sad face never quite fits the bill by my definition of one.
Once presented with a sad face of a clown painting, I couldn’t bring myself to put it up anywhere. As colourful and pretty the picture was otherwise; the down-turned mouth with sorrow filled eyes took away every trace of characterisation of a clown that I had always carried in my head.
‘There is a little bit of clown in each of us! it is said. Almost everyone likes to laugh and perhaps also to make others laugh. Despite the fact that there are a varied lot, I‘d like to hold on to the utopian impression of that which i have in my mind of a clown to be, which leaves me smiling at the very thought of one.