Description
The world is a stage, and we are all merely actors”. This seemingly simple quote from Shakespeare brings into light about how our ‘existence’ and ‘being’ is entwined amongst our daily lives, and how ‘life’ within the confines of our human conditions becomes a theatrical performance. In between all our drama of living & existing, there are certain things which emanates melancholy and brews over the horizon, especially when we witness the passing of ‘time’. We suffer from bouts of nostalgia and a yearning for the times of the past. We are usually torn in between the appeal of the old aesthetic and the enchantment of the new age. It is in this juncture that we revere the past, and form strong bonds with our past endeavors by creating customs, traditions, myths and memories. They give us strength to face the changes brought in by the future and its unknown travesties.
This artwork renders an exquisite juxtaposition of a bird (a Falcon) with that of a human body. This anthropomorphic representation is a metaphor in itself. The Falcon is the fastest bird in our biosphere, and is known for its precision and speed. These are the attributes which gets personified on to a human body, symbolically attesting with our human nature which yearns for control & domination. In this artwork, there is an attempt at a poetic representation of this perplexed anthropomorphism, where there is an enchantment in poise and an aura of lightness emanating from an empty space. Its various stances are attempts for a freedom from nostalgia, with a yearning for ‘timelessness’.
The stone which envelops the narrative is symbolic of strength, it is used in the context of symbolizing heaviness, or the ‘weight’ of existence which is in turn juxtaposed with a lightness which emanates from within the narrative. The artwork also employs the strategies of an ‘Inverse’ representation. Instead of defining a dimension which emerges from a surface, here it recedes into depth, becoming a highly finished mould. This in turn creates an impressive illusion of a dimensional form where there isn’t any. This stands as a larger metaphor for a changing time, where; as actors within this huge stage of the world, our being and existence are indeed part of a make-believe ‘Maya’ a grand illusion from within the confines of an eternal human condition.
