The hall was empty. It looked like more of a deserted place. Maybe, sort of a Graveyard atmosphere. Quiet and Peaceful. It was just me present there with the yet-to-find-out-the-meaning paintings hanging on the wall. Well it was a tough task assessing those artworks. However, observation arguably could be the best tools an artist or a writer like me could boast of. It was a weekday , not many folks made their presence. Maybe it was the Brexit that worried them or their bank accounts.
The Observer is the Observed
Quoted by Jiddu Krishnamurthy, I had a similar experience dealing with those Artworks by Sir Hebbar.
For a Non Painter like me, understanding the creator's point would be tardy. However, Observation has always been with me till date. It has taken the responsibility to deal with my grey matter. Fair enough. It's done well.
I just focused on few of his interesting artworks. Out of which, portraits such as his own face, maybe an oil painting, A picturesque way of showcasing the universe and finally the important part - a dead man carried away in a stretcher with few of his relatives throwing a look.
As I said, the hall was empty. I had no interference. I was astonished seeing his works, mainly the 1st part - his portrait and the last one. Maybe I could relate it. The man in both the works boasted of same features.
I assumed that he painted his own life or there might have been some connection. Probably he knew the fact that he would die soon. So he could have done the same.
To be continued.
© - Written by Vishal Aryan Komara