Evening sky: As the sun reaches the horizon, the blues in the sky shine with a light of their own, the sight with pockets of light, revealing glimpses of what lies beyond the clouds.
The past couple of years of living and working at the studio gave me the opportunity to engage in a conversation with the quiet stillness of the surrounding forests. These exchanges made me observe the tide and ebb of space in the quintessential rhythm of time. There is much that happens in the vast nothingness of this space, which is present both within and around us, where everything arrives in its space gently, timely, completely. Engaging with these surroundings so intimately provides one with the time and space to observe it closely; to be still and witness in awe as the poetry of seasons unfold and nourish the evolution of space, bursting with life during monsoons and the summer ripening the greens into browns and finally bestowing them to dust. The quiet process, the life of a space. these works are my response to the silent echoes that speak to me while I sit quietly with this space and sight. Read More