The Walk

A Poetic Essay about Paintings

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“Even perfection is a myth. There is no evidence of a perfect world, a perfect man or a perfect family anywhere on earth. Perfection, be it Rama Rajya or Camelot, exists only in mythology. Yet everyone craves for it. This craving inspires art, establishes empires, sparks revolutions and motivates leaders. Such is the power of myth.”
Devdutt Pattanaik

What started in August led me to various gardens in my mind.
Quietly I walked from one garden to another.
While in one garden I painted the various shades of green seen in Singapore in the other garden I painted the lake in a Moghul Garden somewhere in India.

I painted the gray skies of London too in another painting and walked again in the lonely lanes of the postcard like city. My next stop a temple in Singapore which keeps calling me inside. For now its the entrance which I tried and the pink Champange like sky when the evening quietly says goodbye.

Now it’s Krishna who has paused me. I am sitting with him since Janmashtami and trying hard to find the perfect shade for his smile.
It’s been a journey which I don’t want to end.
I will be splattering colours on the various canvas in my mind.

Thanks Monoreena Acharjee Majumdar for the space here at Soul Bay.