Words express feelings, not just spoken words. Sometimes we don’t want to say. Or there is no one to listen to us. Numerous emotions remain incomplete. Words are sometimes the cause of war and also the cause of formation. Just as words can destroy a great building, they also can build a palace of feeling.

This series of works specifically portrays the human behaviour of the people located at any time or any place. The process of mapping political landscapes with grotesque bodies is the core intention of this series which symbolizes the despairing of masses through communal oppression and how their souls are being battered, bruised, and tortured. The deliberate use of architectural style prompts the idea of destruction and the suppression of the downtrodden.

I work with common moods and emotions that everyone feels at some point and express them through a more permanent point of view. The works are based on real-life incidents, memories and scenarios. These are merely reshaped or reorganized and rearranged parts of the real world slightly distorted to match with a dreamlike sense of the past experiences or a future hope. This documentation of simple mundane elements evolves into a new experience for the viewers and develops into an experiment to create a more relatable state of mind with communicative intent.

There is a village called “Pearsonpally” in Shantiniketan. When I came here, I met some Santal family and their sons and daughters. I have spent a lot of time with them. Realized their happiness and sorrows and shared my own words. I played with the kids there and educated them. In fact, I learned from them when I taught them.

Amaar Pakhi (আমার পাখি) Why do I paint birds, the answer to this is even unknown to me. There are many people who know a great deal about birds. Studying Birds( Ornithology), photographing birds, etc. Some even dedicated their lives to save endangered species of birds. I know such people who regularly feed a piece of bread or biscuit or a fistful of wheat to their favourite crow, sparrow or pigeon. Personally, I do none of these. But still, in my circadian rhythm of waking up and falling asleep, the intimate chirping music of birds doesn’t desert me, so

In recent times we all get to know each other very quickly which was not possible before. I remember, long ago in my locality there used to be only one PCO booth which was also a part of a grocery store. The shopkeeper used to come running out of the shop and cry out the name of the person who received the call in the neighborhood and everyone peeked from their ‘verandah’ to know who it was for.