The show at gallery chemould- bhupen among friends- a tribute to bhupen khakhar by friends- a show that makes me think. The multilayered works with a plethora of meanings and nuances in each layer. Few contemporary artists paint with such unpretentious and unguarded zeal. There is simplicity in his work that is so difficult to create, it is most ironical. His works deal with the prosaic and the real. Everything is stripped to its crudest and most basic. Perhaps it is time to question our ‘complex’ world. An attempt to simplify. Why do we emphasize so much on the complex? Priorities need re-evaluation. The child like zest is what I feel I am losing. It is so easy to grow up so fast. I think too much is happening too fast. To be the youngest teacher at a college. To teach the highest credits subject for the final year. To be the youngest (read: dumbest) student of my post-grad class . To set up my own practice so early in life. To much too soon. I feel like I am thrown out into space and don’t know what to do with myself. The gravity that I took for granted is missing. I am thankful for all the good. I complain about all the things I don’t have. All that I would trade for to get that one elusive wish fulfilled. But then its just me to not be happy with what I have. But then again, that is fine. All fine. There are bouts of self pity. May be they are too frequent to be bouts. But then I don’t know how qualifies as bouts in 24 hours. Does anyone?
hello aristera :-) thank you for your compliments on my blog. at the risk of bein blunt, i'm gonna say you need to structure your thots a li'l bit. would make readin ur posts a lot more pleasurable - but it's a good start :-) welcome... (listen to me! like i'm some veteran..!)