I’ve started reading a book recently and in the introduction, this paragraph caught my eye:
“Here in India we believe in watching the artist at work,
not in looking at the work of the artist. Artistry is not what
the artist produces but is the artist himself, producing.
A great composer’s music may be transmitted from
generation to generation in the West. Our great musicians
do not concentrate on creating compositions; they create
new musicians to maintain the progression of the artistry.”
Whether you’re in the East or the West, I think you can still find pockets of the art of artist at work. Even the teaching of yoga is an art. The artistry of yoga is the balanced ingredients of voice, language, words, sequence, skill and silence (to name a few). The process is this continual giving and receiving that is constantly changing and evolving, making it very much artistry in action. Alongside of this, seeing studio singers practice, culinary chefs cooking, sushi masters rolling, and restless writers rough-drafing, are among my many favourites.
Where I find artistry at work, (and I often find time to go at least once a week), is the Revolver Cafe. I have raved to a few people before about this coffee shop, but not to everyone to save judgment of my obsession towards this divine space. Its kind of like the holy temple that I pay homage to by drinking their elixir of the most refined coffee I’ve ever tasted.
Yes, the coffee is good, in fact, amazing, but its the experience of observing the baristas in action is even more exhilarating than the coffee itself. The finesse, precision and concentration that each of them possess is captivating. The visual beauty of their lattes and cappuccinos speaks for their art, but the flavour and even the bodily sensation is unique and rarely experienced. The boldness of flavour is so oustanding that I can even taste it in my brain and the sensation it leaves is this clarity and heightened awareness that leaves the mind contemplatively creative.
If I were to compare it to substances like marajuana or wine, its like the finest strain of the medicinal kind and the bottle thats been aged by your great grand uncle, waiting for that special day. The processes and the beans themselves aren’t much different that many other quality coffee shops, so I hypothesize the special ingredient comes from their heart and hands. Their ability to transmit their passion for the art of coffee-making into each cup allows me to feel grains of their heart, hear notes of their mind and taste the depths of their soul.
Have I gone too far? Perhaps. But would you agree that if a yoga teacher could stimulate all 5 of your senses, even make the your own sweat taste like sweet nectar, that he/she is a pretty darn good one? Experience for yourself, the experience of going to Revolver Cafe, and let me know if you agree or if i’m just as big of a snob towards coffee as I am to yoga. I look forward to civilly debating the nuances of our subjective views towards this caffeinated beverage and its producers.