You find yourself in the middle of a dream, you are taking a walk in the park with the sun at its zenith, where everywhere you see it is green and fresh.You wake up, look out the window; it is high noon and the day is still young!
This work is inspired by the painful process of healing that has to go through the stages of breaking and bleeding first.For there is no rebirth into a new reality before the darkness of death and destruction, till we see the light slowly shining through the crevices and through the rips and tears.
Fury, anger, hellfire, brimstone … all make up the path that the mind obsessed with desire and loss must cross..
This painting is the first of a series that explores the mindscapes that chase the undulations of movement, coincidences and serendipity and the resultant chaos that still points us to the heart of the matter.
The emotion this painting inspires in me is the power and the beauty of thunderstorms that rage both within the mind as well as outside of it. Its inherent nature remains the same; where the separate beauty of the wind howling in the trees, the lashing rain, the thunder and lightning yet cannot account for its majestic beauty and cannot account for the order in its chaos.
A patchwork of desire that runs amok- interrupted, determined and visible only when one stops to look back at the trail of color left behind..
This painting reflects upon the inevitability of creation followed by destruction and where ashes to ashes and dust to dust must follow.Even great cities and civilizations that interpret and reinterpret the goals of life and living have to give way and submerge into the multiple layers of fossilized time.
This painting is my tribute to Stephen Hawking and to the vastness and complexity of the universe that he could envision with his minds eye.Hawking wanted his entropy equation engraved on his epitaph and hence you will see it in this tribute to him as well. R.I.P.
The inspiration behind this painting is the creative process itself for any artist that can mean influences that might start as chaos and gradually find order within the ‘blank page’ or the ‘tabula rasa’ of the mind.For a writer it may mean the struggle with a blank page, for a painter the synesthetic discoveries and for yet another artist just the process of distilling the core out of the swirling thoughts in the mind.