“We are not born human in any but a biological sense; it is only by immersion in the “ocean of language and dialogue” fed by the springs of cultural tradition that we can learn to know ourselves and others and thus learn the ways of being human.” Zen Buddhist thought by Daisaku Ikeda
The very thought that gives birth to an artwork, I consider as a work of art. The painting is an attempt to translate this idea, however imperfect it may be, from the original. It swims in a pool of reactions and offshoots, rippling into the world and acquires a life of its own.
The work I have today arose out of the influence I felt from the strong lines in certain linocut like images that I happened to see. It also came up from a self-made journal of mine. I made it out of old newspapers stuck together and used strong lines to draw in my images using pens of all kinds.
I placed each of these drawings side by side and felt a kind of dialogism, a kind of interface between my characters. A drama was unfolding right before my eyes. It created a silent interaction, a dynamics of “Dialogues”, a placing of images over images, color and lines over text that seemed to tell its own story.
The story of these eight people caught forever within the framework of my pages can be as you, dear reader perceive them. I leave them in your hands.
Like Pirandello in ‘Six Characters in search of an Author’ writes, “When the characters are really alive before their author, the latter does nothing but follow them in their action, in their words, in the situations which they suggest to him.” I make you the authors to interpret and read the dialogues of these eight people.
Sunday Sketches Wishing all of you a great week ahead!