Created and Sold by Sarupa Sidaarth
Illusion - Paintings
Price $1,900
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Handmade
Woman Owned
Made In USA
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| Dimensions | Weight |
|---|---|
16H x 16W x 2D in 40.64H x 40.64W x 5.08D cm | 3.18 kg 7 lb |
Mixed media on wood panel.
Size: 16 x 16 inches.
Series: Feast of fire.
Description: On my birthday, October 2, 2020 I received a cosmic gift. I lost 15 years’ worth of art, more than a hundred paintings to the Glass Fire in St. Helena, California. Everything we owned was reduced to ashes in the wildfire. My response to the profound and unimaginable loss was to accept it on the spot. I detached from my former script and stopped flirting with permanence. What seems fixed is actually fluid. I look for no meaning; it cannot be understood as an isolated incident. It is an integrated part of the whole. I found myself in a dynamic interchange between the local and the global, the personal and the universal. Today a significant part of my artistic legacy survives only in digital format with no tangible form and no comprehensive record of experimental work or markers of creative evolution. The images in these paintings are of destroyed paintings. I confront life’s non-negotiable curve balls by making a ritual out of creativity. The unfathomable and the indescribable can only be expressed through art. I am haunted by repetitive images of destroyed paintings. It is a bizarre, inexplicable feeling, like a hallucination if I could call it that. Often between sleep and wakefulness I find myself hovering over paintings, close to the surface as I obsess over tiny details and lose myself in paint. I used to paint in a meditative state for hours, fixating on small areas, making minute decisions and changes that perhaps only artists might notice, understand or appreciate. Flashes of my work pop into my head, a stark reminder of impermanence. It brings to mind the ceremonial destruction of sand mandalas made by Tibetan monks. Within the abundant emptiness I make my own grand narrative.
Size: 16 x 16 inches.
Series: Feast of fire.
Description: On my birthday, October 2, 2020 I received a cosmic gift. I lost 15 years’ worth of art, more than a hundred paintings to the Glass Fire in St. Helena, California. Everything we owned was reduced to ashes in the wildfire. My response to the profound and unimaginable loss was to accept it on the spot. I detached from my former script and stopped flirting with permanence. What seems fixed is actually fluid. I look for no meaning; it cannot be understood as an isolated incident. It is an integrated part of the whole. I found myself in a dynamic interchange between the local and the global, the personal and the universal. Today a significant part of my artistic legacy survives only in digital format with no tangible form and no comprehensive record of experimental work or markers of creative evolution. The images in these paintings are of destroyed paintings. I confront life’s non-negotiable curve balls by making a ritual out of creativity. The unfathomable and the indescribable can only be expressed through art. I am haunted by repetitive images of destroyed paintings. It is a bizarre, inexplicable feeling, like a hallucination if I could call it that. Often between sleep and wakefulness I find myself hovering over paintings, close to the surface as I obsess over tiny details and lose myself in paint. I used to paint in a meditative state for hours, fixating on small areas, making minute decisions and changes that perhaps only artists might notice, understand or appreciate. Flashes of my work pop into my head, a stark reminder of impermanence. It brings to mind the ceremonial destruction of sand mandalas made by Tibetan monks. Within the abundant emptiness I make my own grand narrative.
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