Every so often while cleaning out my immense heap of precious junk, I stumble upon a drawing or two, a work or two that did not quite materialize into a series that got hung in a gallery, these works bring back thoughts. So I sit and ponder, as if to relive the moments that once drove me to create these works…
So would you call them brain farts that are best forgotten? “Lost Tales” tells the tale of changing course of the River Narmada that lead to the drowning of villages on its banks with their artifacts and stories that were mostly passed on by word of mouth, given that many in these small villagers were non-literate and relied almost entirely on the spoken word. The dung beetles in “Build” and “Rebuild” are at it again, rolling dirt tirelessly…
However insignificant, these works, made me pause and ponder, it made me feel some sort of empathy for myself…for having taken account of life, for having taken the time to look and feel…
