I wrote in my earlier brochure of January 2011:

A man’s life is measured in terms of memory. Like the sea swallowing moving waters, time swallows every moving image. Like the tiny grass stem that resists gravity life always springs surprises. The rest is for us to complete.

For me every landscape is an incomplete project of eternity.  I used to work outdoors and sketch from life.  Sometimes I withdraw and let the line takeover. After all, there are no lines in nature, no forms, no colour.  All are what we sense. It is we who bring forms into being, we attribute time and spatial being, we create dimension and desire. 

 

Over the last few years there has been so very little space for my paintings. I had been trapped in the world of everyday just as everyone else in work that usually holds very little consequence as it appeared. A profound depression set in touching deep blues of silence and loneliness when I found myself ensnared like a wild creature in some archetypal forest. Time and space appeared drained of significance. The monotones of green drained of passion and overtones of languid yellows hung heavy. Facts, figures, the grimness of the real that spreads its shade over everything. So little to communicate, so little with which to communicate, and anyway what is the purpose of this act of painting? My days fell flat on rocks scribbled with strange longings from a distant past and desires clutching at wild roots drained of life. Time was always past. Space was elemental, repetitive in its monotones. The fire of sense had long died out.   But as I soon came to realize the deeper self seldom falters and the interiors of the self retain their own inner balance: Like the tiny grass stem that resists gravity life always springs surprises. And somewhere amidst tiny fissures of mislaid awareness an entire world of discovery and delight endures over slow unfolding. After all we are not only to survive but to prevail… And this space within surfaced.

 

This is my fifteenth solo exhibition. 

These works are done in acrylic and oils.  

 

 

 

MURALI SIVARAMAKRISHNAN

Pondicherry