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A Few line of Rabindranath Tagore resurfaces in my mind as I pen down my thoughts about my creation-
The Bird of the fairyland
resting in my childhood dream,
is captured in my lines.
A strange face uninvited
hovers before my brush
In order to touch the tangible distant dream I keep on painting. My canvas becomes vibrant with hues just like god paints the firmament at his own whim. In my painting there is neither social or political complication nor the reflection of starvation or deprivation. My thoughts and reflection are trans formed into and abode of peace in my canvas. There is a woman releasing a bird from its imprisonment. Again confined women’s pangs become intense in her intimate conversation with a bird flying in the vast expanse of blue. I feel women are still confined in the narrow domestic periphery and this thought keeps haunting me. Perhaps for this varies reason the angst of woman dominates my creation and to liberate them I add wings to them. But also plays pivotal role in my thought process because bird is my symbol of freedom. Many a times I had yearned in my childhood to stretch my wings and fly in the azure sky. Creepers, leaves, flowers etc. – those are the reflection of social confinement in my thought and none of us can get out of these. Thus I create with my brush, colour, canvas and imagination - a marriage of fact and fancy.

Seabeach 01

2008
22/29 inch.

Seabeach 02

2008
22/29 inch.

Seabeach 03

2006
22/29 inch.

Seabeach 04

2006
22/29 inch.

Landscape 01

2006
22/14.5 inch.

Landscape 02

1996
22/14.5 inch.