Let there be spaces in your Togetherness. The bonds that tie can also suffocate, the spaces between us, or boundaries, help us thrive, find ourselves, while still belonging to a larger, magnificent whole.
Lives in a city are often at the mercy of its intersections, some lives meet, cross or overlap at random while others live themselves out so close to each others, yet never meeting.
Some moments, when interrupted, last forever. Like a sense of déjà vu. Like a splash of sudden color that lights up the encircling greys and breaks the continuum. Some blips are beautiful and some interruptions make us do a double take at the past and the present just like a sense of déjà vu.
When the impermanence of the human condition is what made the Gods jealous, shouldn’t we build and rebuild our hopes and dreams in as many colors and as many textures as we can? Construct and reconstruct, tear down and build again, because the impermanent joy of building is what makes life precious, the permanence of completion is an illusion.
The beauty and symmetry of nature one sees in a forest bathed in green and gold can only be marveled at. The deep but subtle hues, the many textures, the depth of green all around is a sight to breathe in that does wondrous things to the soul. Perhaps we should never attempt to describe it, only revel in it as nature intended.
This work tries to explore the face behind the face , the hidden layers beyond the obvious.For what we sometimes take to be the reality is only a hint of something else to be unveiled later or sometimes never.What do we see when we see anything?And what happens when we get a glimpse of an alternate reality? Do we get a sense of vertigo, or a feeling that life is elsewhere?
This painting captures the mood of an inner search that is fraught with interruptions, a journey where the roads start and end with interruptions and do not often meet.The struggle lies in choosing the roads to take and the paths to not, knowing full well that in this transformative process the journey you start will not be the journey you end with.
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.
Hinglaz Bardoloi