Anjolie Ela Menon  in an introspective mode.


 

Artists are often trapped in the cliches of their own making. I seem to have spent the last decade struggling out of this trap! Forays into the unknown side alleys have been both exciting & amusing. These digressions have resulted in diverse experiments from resurrecting junk to playing with images on a computer, to making sculpture in glass in Murano. I painted my first non - figurative works inspired by Buddhist iconographyn& am now in the throes of a mojor involvment with Kitsch & the popular arts of street in attempt to connect wioth the ubiquitous visual matrix of our OWN TIMES,
This art is the very antithesis of the current trends... if installation art is the ultimate expression of a wasteful society - this is the very OPPOSITE.. This is an art born out of thrift...conserting every last scrap. Taking art down from its high pedestal. It's anti - esoteric, something you can sit upon.
My inner nature is somewhat melancholic. I thinkthis is very Bengali trait - where introspection & the dream - state often results inthe creation of music, painting or poetry. Beauty is born of anguish, yet out of the essential pain of existence the cry of exaltion rings sweat.

I am quite prepared to ascept that I am a maverick, finding self expression in an idiom which is quite out of context with the time & place which I live....

I live an extremely peopled life & am steeped in the complex rituals of Indian family life. Inthe midst of this pandemonium I live alone...

I paint.

I hardly draw. I think in colour. It's depth or intensity, translucence or opacity form the nuances of my whole creative output. It is the colour that one sings, with colour that one plummats the depths. When I dream I see colours...the  overlaying of pigment causes harmony, discord, syncopation.
 
 
 
 

Venica stands still in a Renaissance time - wrap. In Murano behind ancient walls the venerable glass works of GINO CENEDESE exude convect - like atmosphere, a gentle ambience. In the distance the sound of an aria fromAida while I work in the studios... Inthe furuaces the lava of flowing glass is sensuously beautiful; the jewel like hues so gorgious that it is difficult to restrain oneself, to stick to the pre - chosen colours.Working yhere the cuphoria is unbelievable. I'm flying high...
 
 

Isana Murti on FOUR DECADES


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