“The shapes of things that are not here,
Appear, disperse and reappear”
(from The Shapes of Things, Vikram Seth)
I see blood and flowers, a healing scar, skin, and a moment of silence somewhere between contemplation and desperation. Yet the works seem to speak to you, or rather, as Narendran says, they “whisper”. It is the sound of a “meticulous movement”– paper crumples, skin wrinkles, wounds close and scars remain, or fade away.
“The tulips are too red in the first place, they hurt me.
Even through the gift paper I could hear them breathe
Lightly, through their white swaddlings, like an awful baby.
Their redness talks to my wound, it corresponds.”
(from Tulips, Sylvia Plath)
From the final display of Vasudha Kapadia, Fourth Year (2017), Department of Painting, Faculty of Fine Arts, MS University of Baroda.