Randomness is the core of what I do. Sometimes it’s so random that I get dizzy. I can even die of this dizziness. On one side there’s this form which is a cactus to me, it is filled with different landscapes, sea scapes and all sorts of geography…I took the pieces and joined them…I’ve made a girl sit next to them with a page in her hand but hardly anyone would notice the girl. There’s some sort of quest in this piece, some search, some longing in the process of doing it, it hasn’t been easy…but at times it has pleased me. No great process in nature is easy and pleasing at the same time. Pleasure and pain are best friends…they sing songs and go on long walks together. The world would burst and crack melt and twirl if pleasure missed pain or pain missed pleasure. I’m not sure about the blue it has become.im a kid. My work reminds me of one. I’m an idiot. My work just told me. I walk through jungles and dive into oceans just sitting by my work…..while pleasure and pleasure wait for each other
Then there’s this merry go round on the black sheet…the light is finding its way out…I reached some celestial magic space when painting it. There was music in me and I could die with pleasure. It’s the state of being dazed that I want to hold…the state of going in repeated circles yet pulling of the perfect dance. It’s been long since I got dazed…Except while making this work..
That photo from 1917 grabs my attention for its diversity…And its political nature.. The three men ..British generals…sitting in the front with smirks and sticks. And the way the turban and caps pinpoint the difference of race and color…Plus it’s awe-inspiring that its 100 years old with my grandpa’s cousin in it. It makes me want to preserve it…yet play with the turbans and caps
The photos I was so done with…are black n white photocopies of photos I’ve used and seen over and over in my process of work and in the work! I had them in my journal and friends came and reinforced about how intriguing they are. It was judged as a great direction and a resolved piece… but id no intention of making it a work then…and after that day it became more important for me to declare out loud…that I am done with the old photographs…
The horse painted by nano is an incomplete painting of a beautifully painted horse.it talks about my grandmothers skill and the family interest in the glory of a horse. I want to make the horse run somewhere in my work…I don’t know where it will do that..
Bridge on water…An ideal that I’ve been inspired by very deeply since the past three years. Got books on it. Read on it and found out that many like me were intrigued by the concept of a bridge… an impossible connection between two points. A real fantasy…Almost a miracle i.e. being able to walk over water. Ive never managed to paint it or bring it in my work…every time…the books and words close and live within me…don’t know it’ll happen this time or not!
The blue sheet is a nicely colored sheet and I was thinking about using it for the bridge and water…