“The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become. …Conversely, the absolute absence of burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant.”
(The Lightness of Being – Milan Kundera)
The Streaks : ‘Colour’, ‘ Painting ‘, ‘ Ideas’, ‘ Mind’ & ‘I’
I keep the mind in the process of collecting ideas, which I wish to express through my work. I start on a blank surface, and as the mind starts to dictate these ideas, the molecules/ postulations start to flutter. Although, given that the mind is a powerful entity which will have its hold and intervene constantly, nonetheless ‘spontaneity’ emerges in the painting. And while these two conflicting entities play around, the painting never stays ‘put’ as originally perceived but instead gives way to different textures and colors which camouflage the forms with daubs of paint. The image/ story morphs itself in these daubs.
Without a firm ground, the painting keeps slipping, sprinting. The intellect is now dependent on my act… gushing through the flamboyancy of the creation gaining momentum, while superseding the obstinate mind and my frivolous indulgence. The subject/idea supposedly a counterpart escapes into an idealism emphatically confronting the grave disappointments of our times, exposed through zooming realities around us. There is no escape route other than romping around. Quite simply, I play to feel good about the world I live in. Rhythmically the Mind, Paint and me sway indicating a flow or perpetuity. Fluids appear as images harmoniously floating towards an eternity and vastness. The brush manoeuvres the forms of water, clouds and shapes which adjust to the flow. Images are not burdened with having a defined configuration or stringency. Nor do they carry the weight of the reality of our times.