How to see this paiting? Of course it depends on you, on your life experience , perceptions and your emotional permutations and combinations. But some events are so closely intertwined with my memory that i cannot stop but share it all. I fail to be the mysterious character behind the art for this reason, i somehow have to say a-lot and say it all when i get a chance specifically with my paintings.
This marks the last day of Durga puja and things are a little strange now. You are happy tired sad yet excited.
This happy sadness is what i call the bijoya Doshomi syndrome.
You dance your heart out and sprain your ankles and burn your muscles but with a little heavy heart because it is over. When i was of this age, of the girl in the painting, i cried and asked the clay idol why did you even come ?
But in few days i got my answers. She comes to remind us, of who we are even when she is not here.
Who we can be, who we choose to be.
She comes back as kali in some days, and says, this party never ends. This party called life. Till your last breath- it is.
And with the prodip burning in the empty pandal, she sat there playing with the remains of the event. Playing with the little memories we created.
Shubho Bijoya Doshomi.
Asche bochhor abar hobe.
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