Indulging for a while recently...

An intuition, an individuality and hence subjectivity of an expression (Ideally in any form, but vitally in a visual expression) is something I feel is the only one which is truly yours.
The rest is the system, the globalized scene especially in a developing country like ours we ought to think similarly, ought to express similarly in order to be objective towards one’s own opinion.This helps only to survive. I feel it is very much a need today to be subjective and thoughtfully value one’s own values and hence an individual expression. A collective expression of each of such process is what I strongly believe in. Through the series of paintings I express my current mindscape, memories, desires and fantasies which arise from every mundane object I get back to after returning from far away land and cultures. Both the worlds question each other and try to rest in my mind. Rather I try to rest them but they don’t. Paintings continue.
In the process of discovering and articulating self my work is creating a room of its own which will give an experience of culture, made of /by/from an individual. The same is true for the process other way around where culture is giving a room for an individual to find itself.
Such rooms around an individual form culture, which is unique for each one. Yet similar in many ways for people from similar social, ethnic and geographic experiences. The individual-culture relationship is layered and complex. A bit abstract too. My work is an interpretation of an experience of return from another culture and digests the step in between which of experiencing the other culture itself.


Untitled(1,2,3,4),mixed media,2007


Fish Dreams (1,2,3,4)

portrait of a fish (oil on canvas),2007

Travelling, an afterthought

Very often I feel a sense of redundancy in a life spent in the city. I fortunately had an exposure to 'other' worlds since I was a child, the country the remote areas and of course along with that of poverty and marginalization. How and where all does the human kind live in our country? A deep and genuine curiosity to explore cultures and people has subsequently taken me to places and to people I cherish in my heart.
I made a few films, again to explore people and human emotions in relation to changing spaces and landscapes of human behavioral patterns. I was testing my own eye through the camera.
I have worked with tribal communities of Gujarat, the Bheels and those of the Andaman and Nicobar Islands,the Nicobarese with video and visual documentation as my 'permit' was to go there with my eyes wide open and mind as perceptive as possible. It changed me inside out. Video film is a new found language and fascinating enough for me to ride on. It is so much about interaction and talking that it gave me a different space to explore self, through extremely powerful people and cultures and environments around me.
To someone who came from limited cultural experience, a huge range of human scape was struck. And it did strike very hard!
The process had started centripetally. There was a whole new world asking me questions that I was asking myself. Today, it helps me to know myself differently exactly opposite to what it was earlier. My journey now starts from self and not from the surroundings I explore. Of course this is a gradual, painful and soul searching process. But today it has relieved me and my expression in a form that I am at present at this phase of my life where I am back from the journeys, pondering with a strange kind of subjective detachment.


Nicobar Islands...

once upon a time junuka was in the nicobar islands...

collecting leaves and random thoughts

She met some wonderful people..watching the sea..

Portblair,some blissful memories...

temporary shelters...burning in tropical heat...
some thoughts from a parrot on Kondul island

the other-wise..

the other-wise..

They say the world changes.But isn’t the world made of us? The change that we talk of is not so simple.Everything does not change.There should be something,which remains constant. That ‘something’ I always see as a very dynamic and powerful which floats around. It comes to you sometimes; sometimes you do not even see a trace of it. It is like the ‘X= constant’ in algebra! Finding
out the value /meaning of this constant , I believe is a challenge for me, importantly, it is needed for this film.

Here I hear songs every day. When I say songs, it is not always a musical tune and words. They are sounds like songs.This area thinks in songs, as someone would think in ‘visuals’ instead of words. When I am on the road, moving from one place to another, it is fun to hear how each driver blows the horn of his vehicle. The way the vehicles are ornamented and painted and the way lots of people sit cramped and stuffed inside with a driver, who is almost out of the jeep but driving…he blows his horn like a song. It actually is a tune he tries to make but because of the situation- terrible road, lot of people, extreme heat-the tune becomes a song of the road. And each driver has his own song of the road. It is not written and composed. It is sung only on the road, differently, every time.This song wakes up the road and the jeep takes the road ahead.How and when will I be able to comprehend all these experiences?

Stories from Borchapda,Gujrat!


forest stories

the boy who loves his fish...

Kolkata Diary

watching people...

and a night full of classical music...kolkata swinging...

Granny Majumdar and...

Bhuton Majumdar at Jodhpur Park