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Roots in our mind January 4, 2011

Posted by asmitasarkar in my works. Paintings.

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…



1. lesley Plukaard - February 6, 2011

I just love your work, its like parts of the roots reach into the very soul of the person observing the work.
I just cannot wait until April. My hubby will be here and he cannot wait to meet you as with a lot of people. Really exciting work, fresh and leaves the imagination to itself.xxx

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