This recent work of his made me stop.
Four girls. Eyes closed. Standing close. Not just in body, but in spirit.
One holds a boat. To me, she’s someone swimming against the tide, doing her best to stay afloat.
Another holds a plane. Maybe she’s the one who took the “safe” path. On the outside, she looks settled. But deep down, she still wants to fly.
The other two stand quietly. They hold nothing. And maybe, no one ever asked them what they really want. Maybe they don’t know what they want.
Interestingly, none of them have navels. That small detail stayed with me. It felt like they were free from the weight of the past. But is freedom enough if you don’t know where to go?
What struck me most is that three of them turn toward the one who has settled.
Do they admire her? Do they think she figured it all out? Or are they just looking for someone to follow?
To me, my teacher painted more than four figures.
He painted questions we rarely ask.
He painted choices. Compromises. And the quiet ache of unrealised dreams.
And that, I think, is what good art does.
Grateful to be learning from someone who teaches art and unveils life.
What do you see in it?
Art Dreams Choices
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