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The gift to create form, from the mist of imagination, is pure magic!


Thursday, May 14, 2015

Water Ballet



20.5x28.5 inches; Pen drawing on acid free textured paper with watercolour wash (Click on image to enlarge)

The first time I had seen a swan was in a depiction of Goddess Saraswati, sitting and playing the veena on a beautiful white bird, in a calendar image. I had fallen in love with the milky whiteness, the curvaceous neck and the beautiful depiction of plumage. Somehow the image of that bird got stuck in my memory. Somehow that bird symbolized serenity and grace for me. The story of ‘The Ugly Duckling’ only enhanced this imagery in my mind. So many times I have scribbled the letter ‘S’ and transformed it into an idealized design of a swan in my school books. I kept seeing the swan in logos and designs on packets of sweets. The logo of Ramkrishna Mission was very attractive to me once. I have only seen a couple of swans once at our local zoo, and yes I was mesmerized by the way they were gliding around in the artificial pond. Then I watched the ballet ‘Swan Lake’ on television and I was completely enamoured with the beautiful concept. The beautiful imaginary tale ignited my passion for the graceful bird once again. I also read a story about Zeus taking the form of a swan to entice and impregnate Leda, quite an erotic tale it was.  Today, when I look back at my obsession with the lovely bird in my growing years, I feel I was searching for the swan in me all through those years. I guess we all have our swans hidden inside us and only a few can perceive them when they look at us and hence what is ugly to the world becomes so beautiful to a few chosen beholders. I am not yet sure if I, ‘the ugly duckling’ have matured into a swan yet, but this painting is my humble offering to those birds who glide and dance in water captivating me with such beauty, grace and tranquility

Saturday, May 9, 2015

Sebastian


12x12 inches; Watercolour and Pen drawing on executive bond paper (Click on image to enlarge)
SOLD. In private collection

Sliced by the hands of fate
Criss-crossing lanes
On the palm
Of your hand
Each turn
A choice you make
Each twist
The noose
Around your neck
Either Slackens
Or tightens
Without respite
No way out
Of the maze
Living with the choices
You make
Or dying for them
Whether the heart
Or the mind
You follow
You are twice martyred
And you believe
You have lived.

- Rudra Kishore Mandal

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Amba


12x12 inches; Watercolour and Pen drawing on executive bond paper with (Click on image to enlarge)
SOLD. In private collection

Unwanted
Uprooted
Patronized
Tolerated
And yet unwanted
Bounced
From court
To court
Invalidated
In Love rejected
Undesired
Of being
Of soul
Denied
Defined Of existence
Limited
Constrained
Mutilated
Defamed
By vows and absence
Embraced
Consoled
Nurtured
Rejuvenated
Blooming in self love
Revolting
Offending
Sacrificing
Disregarding
What’s dictated from above
Defying
Denying
Slaughtering
Castrating
What’s accepted as respectable

Amba stands

Unchallenged
Yet vulnerable.

- Rudra Kishore Mandal