Poetry in pigments

08.27.26

Paths layering over each other like a map of crossings, the translucent washes seem like branches or maybe veins, the overlapping creates gentle meditative movement. Sometimes it looks like tracing papers stacked on one another.

Making these subtle layers with natural pigments from flowers and fruits is an enriching experience. It's kind of poetic as it fills up my senses, the fragrance, the hand picking of each flower, the slow process of making these colours, tactile, sensory and sensual. The red cabbage ink has an alchemical quality, changing tone with atmosphere, the pomegranate seeds and skin has that deep red initially that transforms into subtle brownish red, and the parijat is a story in itself, with the divine tree and nocturnal blooming…

Bloom, impermanence, transformation.. contemporary, poetic and process based art practice is something am loving these days.