The privilege of birth and the gift of education impacted
itself upon me from a very young age. A much desired girl-child I have carried
the legacies of a female history with a conscious alertness which led me, very
early in my personal journey, to a space of belonging that formulated my feminist
ideology and the spirit of deliverance of my energies.
Art is a process of transmutations. Where translations and
transpositions trace the outer world to the inner consciousness and vice versa, thereby making an elaborate tapestry of
contextualized belonging. It is a space where the recognizable alters to become
the receptacle of new meanings, and where human experience then becomes the
bridge of empathy that allows the viewer to find their connectivity.
I have often described the territory of my ideas as being
like a small garden patch, much loved and faithfully nurtured. This is because
I hold a consistent desire to examine the feminine space of survival, the
spirit of endurance and the empowerment of pride and self dignity that
centuries of feminist oral histories are infused by; and which cast their
shadows for me to find my resting space within.
As an artist the most liberating lesson learnt is that
ones own sense of belonging is held in multiple histories that form the stories
of the world. And it is the curiosity of wanting to know about the unknown that
beckons us through the doorways of many new discoveries. But like all sensible
travelers each of us needs to carry along in this journey the memories of our
own origins. For in doing so we will then never fear getting lost.
The assimilation of a personal language involves many
influences gathered and many areas of teachings resisted; and between this tightrope
act of balancing what to absorb and what to reject, an informed and critical
aesthetical space is finally arrived at. Within this territory of the female
world that informs my concerns, I observe the rituals of confronting daily life
that require for us to measure our valor and vulnerability with wisdom. Each of
us in our moments of reflection will know the value of this double-edged sword.
The energies that we place ourselves central to forms a
grid, patterned by incidents and histories that demand our participation
willingly or otherwise. As artists we often become the chroniclers of larger
narratives that hold both the particularity of our lives as well as a wider
world of information.
I believe that a pictorial language revolves around the engagement with
re-examining tradition and modernity within the contexts of changing
requirements. I delight in drawing and so lines define the shape
within my work by out-lining the contours of the images blatantly or by the
evoking the line from the starkness of shape itself. Whilst painting, the magic of conjuring as
the brush trails its mark on a blank surface holds both the edge of terror and
excitement simultaneously.
The female figure, often in isolation, becomes the
presence that bears witness to the passage of time. Embodied through the
centuries with the energies that hold the continuums of being a life giving
force, I place the female figure as the central focus to be encountered.
The unflinching gaze and the frontal posture of the female
figures demand that the viewer is obliged to participate in an engagement with
its presence. Stark and arresting in
demeanor these female figures or large heads with their unrelenting gaze, are
like protective guardians of the universe.
The photographic image reappears after I put down my
camera twenty-eight years ago. A series of personal occurrences brought back
the affinity I once had with the camera and I resumed taking photographs once
again. The bodies of my female protagonists now become the site of retrieval of
personal histories. Retraced like mapped terrains the contours of these figures
are extracted from previous paintings, archived like from an archeological
survey. The montage of images lace together to then become the second skin.
What I desire above all else is in fact the deliverance of
my own honesty to myself. Where my art and my life are seamed
together and hold the image of representation uncompromised and unfettered. My
art exits finally severed from the umbilical cord that initially defines its
articulation; to be then placed in a space of interpretation and discourse,
unmonitored by my protection. It must hold the credibility that
molded it, if it is not to be felled into wasteful oblivion. I can exert no control over any external
forces that act upon my work, but what I can do is remain accountable to myself
at all times.
Thank You so much for posting these beautiful intimate photographs of you and your loved ones... If I may express my thoughts, I particularly liked the one where you continue to paint whilst the little one sleeps paisibly on your shoulder... and it makes me feel that he, in his special way, passes on to you, love, inspiration and renewed energy!
ReplyDeletePlease accept my heartiest congratulations for the success of this exhibition!
A special thought of love to Mataji, I can imagine her joy to see the family bloom and grow...
Best Wishes as the end-of-the-year fesivities start shortly.