"The poised stone a crown of vines adorn,
Anointed is the face with hues of the known;
Along lives a shadow, that other half, the unknown
Whose silence bears a poser of partial disclosure"

There is always the other half of the story. Is it just the artist, with his sense of being a creator, doing everything? The human mind is a crafty myth maker. Is the self too, a powerful myth?

Is the human mind the only one weaving stories constantly? It is said that a good confession happens not only because there was a good listener on the other side. The confessor also flowed freely, not really knowing or caring about who was behind the screen, and how much the listener cared. Maybe it was the confessor who created the good listener. There is always a story from the other side.

How would shadow talk if light were treated as a mere background. What would the soft stone have to say about the hard vines. How would my shadow paint me on a dark canvas.

These questions, I chose to pose to the medium. To the material, the colour, water .. because I was not waiting for loud answers. Inaudible whispers would do. Silence would be better. The idea was to just ask better questions, than to wait for an answer.

This thought process helped me introduce certain formal elements to my abstract work, in which I have mostly avoided the story and meaning, and have tried to maintain fidelity to the moment.

- Bharat Thakur