by Anushree Ghosh Contemporary art reinvents itself every moment and has evolved exponentially with creative extractions from popular art sources like folk art. The artist’s vivid use of color, use of space, and stroke portray a series of thought processes — these thoughts are sometimes poured onto the canvas in smooth pastel shades and sometimes …
Author: artpickles
Fakir Lalon Shah – Voice of the Poor
Lalon was born a Hindu and was married off at an early age. During his pilgrimage to the temple of Jagannath, he caught smallpox. His companions left him in that state, to be discovered in a semi-conscious state later by a Muslim woman Fakirani Motijaan Maa near the river Kaliganga in Kushtia. She belonged to a Muslim community in the village chheunriya. After recovering from the disease, Lalon headed back to his place, only to find that his family disowned him for taking help from a Muslim family. Lalon intentionally never revealed the details of his real family or anything that would have led anyone to his parents.
Shekhawati — Havelis Reiterating The Tales of Glorious Days
Just how Orhan Pamuk’s ‘My Name is Red’ experiments with your imagination playing with the myriad hues, shapes, ideas, stories, and colours of the Ottoman Empire; Shekhawati enforces you to envision the tales of the most revered silk route period by carefully imbibing the murals on the walls. These murals are the display of the …
The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath – Virtual Tour Inside A Depressed Mind
by Anushree Ghosh A depressed state of mind manifests different tones and behavior. Quite impossible for a non-depressed soul to understanding the chaotic, muddled and unhappy situation when everything otherwise looks perfect or at least decent. The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath takes you for a virtual tour inside the mind of a depressed person …
Ever Raised Any Eyebrows, as You liked Reading While Walking? Milkman by Anna Burns
by Anushree Ghosh Milkman by Anna Burns is an enchanting read – the one which you would like to devour in a ‘may-be-the -most-favourite’ way, because that’s what she narrates. No names, only relations and maybe that is how we perceive others, why use names when we can just say – father, mother, sister, middle …