If you look closely, we are surrounded by lines. Are lines a primal form of divinity? Maybe. But if you do see it, you would realize a glaring truth: all forms lie within formlessness. Just the way all order lies within chaos. Method within abstraction. Alpha within omega. Look at it – A never ending queue is a line that makes a statement far more political than an actual sentence. A traffic jam is a jagged line that speaks of utter chaos. The lines on a tree bark speak of its age. Birds taking an early flight are lines rearranged by nature. Ripples are patterns created by the water. So are the waves of a sea or a dry shoreline. Scales on a fish. Look at mountains from the airplane. Lines redrawn by tectonic shifts. Look at the lines on your palms. Your future lies ensconced in them. So, you see, lines exist in everything we do. Lines are the truest form of our existence. Identity of a civilization, broken down to its bare minimum.
Through Reshakar, I have tried understanding these patterns that exist within us as much as outside of us. Lines have stood resiliently for all the mind-states that I went through over the years. They came across as beautiful and strange revelations on journeys. This exhibition is a culmination of all the lines that flashed before my eyes before finally making their way on these canvasses. Reshakar is a confluence of everything I have been experiencing, through a non-linear narrative of lines. Unraveling the language of the unknown.
