'India', 6-31 January 2015
Nothing can prepare you for India.
It is a total assault on the senses. Extremes. Contradictions.Humans and animals lives interwoven for better, for worse.The daily struggle to make a better future; for themselves, their children, goes on relentlessly in the dry, polluted, dusty heat.
Ancient buildings – vast palaces, temples, tombs, mosques; many unkempt and undervalued, beautiful beyond belief -are oases of calm with exquisite, intricate decoration and use of luxurious materials.
The experience of India was overwhelming at times. As a painter, my response comes through the street dogs or pariahs, as they are sometimes called, and the fallen petals from the semal trees – brash, bright orange/red rubbery petals scattered in the dust around ancient monuments where the dogs seek out shade and respite from the noise and chaos beyond the gates. Abstracted moments, fleeting feelings.