His Voice

My art practice is just like writing an autobiography. Every work I produce is actually a page of my personal diary. I keep on documenting my experiences, analyzing our time and end up in a self critical mode. Actually my works are like dialogues between two different personas within myself. Many a time this leads me towards an uncomfortable, conclusion less space. For the last two years we are actually going through a very difficult time. Pandemic, war, disgrace of humanitarian values and ideological insolvency across the globe made our life miserable. But as a creative person the biggest frustration for me is to see that the intellectuals from all the fields have completely failed to take any stand in favor of the mankind. As a part of the same system I have also lost the moral right to criticize anyone else except myself. I have created the present series of works in last three and half years, almost like writing a personal diary that is a personal form of documentation of a catastrophic time. All the works are actually auto critical, less art and more of a confession to self.