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Roots in our mind January 4, 2011

Posted by asmitasarkar in my works. Paintings.
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Lack of a studio space. I have started to paint in my apartment. And when I wake up in the morning my works stare at me. The feeling of which is very difficult to describe as pleasant or unpleasant. The experience of seeing  your own nervous system stretched across a canvas;  is surreal indeed.  They are not the paintings of mutilated bodies, guts or blood-veins. I am   trying to dissect the inside of my head as a piece of living breathing experience. The representation of which can only be through strokes and lines. they grow and grow more of my creepy crawlers…