Texts: Anant Art
“Nostalgia yearns for a return to a more innocent time and a pristine place. The young days of happy homecomings, the perils of daily life, set in a distant past now interspersed in images of images, all mixed together in a surreal landscape.
They say once there was a merchant named Chand, the wealthiest and the proudest, one who refused to bow down to the might of the fiercest Manasa. Once the curse is released, sacrifices have to be made, pride has to be curbed, and honour gives way to angst. Death reconciles, like in all epics, in all myths, the death redeems. The venom brought from alien lands, showered upon us, is released. Manasa blesses Chand. He bows down in return. The tales travel like old parched leaves, scattered in lost pages, in the songs of bards.”