The subject for this work comes from One of Mary Oliver's poem . It feels as if the sun and the moon are secret lovers and right before dawn and right before dusk the moon sees its favourite star , away from the prying eyes of the world . I have tried to paint how their lights are tangled to each other . The work is done with gestural brush marks ,while some marks fade away softly and gradually .
My eyes taste colour like my tongue tastes spice: fresh, vast, limitless. Minimalist forms feeds my aesthetics and i blur the lines between painting and sculpture. Lured by the belief in complete desensitising of the eye of the unnecessary chaos of details , my work graduates to leave a blissful positive experience .Swollen with the Indian sensibility of pure colour ,my paintings treat the colour itself as the subject .Its broken,blurred,repeated and stylised to suit the intense emotions .Impregnated with colour at its core, each piece is slowly translated and progressed to give birth to my own visual language comprising of emotionally charged marks . It is when logic and self-awareness fades that the eyes assumes command to induce an intuitiveness to the work .
ACRYLIC , OILS