“BEHIND THE COTTON WOOL IS HIDDEN A PATTERN…” (VIRGINIA WOOLF) II

Will be represented by Tao Gallery, Mumbai

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“Behind the cotton wool is hidden a pattern; that we - I mean all human beings - are connected with this; that the whole world is a work of art; that we are parts of the work of art. Hamlet or a Beethoven quartet is the truth about this vast mass we call the world. but there is no Shakespeare, there is no Beethoven; certainly and emphatically there is no God; we are the words; we are the music; we are the thing itself. and I see this when I have a shock,” writes Virginia Woolf, in her memoir.

Have you ever felt a strange delight when you hear a piece of music, close your eyes in the breeze, bury your head in a beloved dog’s fur, or walk under a favourite tree’s shade? To me, this is that recognition, in a sudden and usually rare moment when the cotton wool of a hurried routine loosens.

16h x 16w x 1.5d (inches); cheesecloth, burlap, ink, oils, silk, linen, acrylic on on a light-weight birch wood panel (that can be easily placed on one or two nails as the back is hollow)