Artist brings alive his other half
'4-Shakuntal' is Subhash Awchat's studio that he calls home. And his home is where his heart is, even if no one waits for him there except his vast canvases with which he converses.
Here, he eats, sleeps, socialises, cooks and, yes, even paints. For it is here where the nucleus of all his paintings is born. In his own words, "I have permanently relieved various categories of people waiting for me or missing me at home, consequently no one waits for me." He waits for himself in his studio.
A brush with Awchat and you'll never believe you are talking to one of the loneliest painters on the planet, so full of life and laughter. But that's where it all ends. His real life spills onto his canvases, where he unmasks.
Here you see three divisions to his exhibition. One, a set of six huge abstract canvases (acrylic) where you marvel at the thick impasto gold texture and the cave-like atmosphere of 'discovery'.
The other is a composition of eight tall canvases of sadhus or wandering minstrels that you see even in his earlier works, for they are always a part and parcel of his life. They are Awchat, forever wandering, looking for those elusive dreams, even though fleeting, with faces that may be calm, but not content.
The third is a section of four large format canvases of blunt close-ups of an anguished face surrounded by darkness... The mood in this entire exhibition is dark, somber and the sparse lighting only adds to the moroseness, where if you listen minutely, you can hear distant laughter, the clink of champagne glasses, the hushed whispers of the multitude.
'4-Shakuntal' is Subhash Awchat's studio that he calls home. And his home is where his heart is, even if no one waits for him there except his vast canvases with which he converses.
Here, he eats, sleeps, socialises, cooks and, yes, even paints. For it is here where the nucleus of all his paintings is born. In his own words, "I have permanently relieved various categories of people waiting for me or missing me at home, consequently no one waits for me." He waits for himself in his studio.
A brush with Awchat and you'll never believe you are talking to one of the loneliest painters on the planet, so full of life and laughter. But that's where it all ends. His real life spills onto his canvases, where he unmasks.
Here you see three divisions to his exhibition. One, a set of six huge abstract canvases (acrylic) where you marvel at the thick impasto gold texture and the cave-like atmosphere of 'discovery'.
The other is a composition of eight tall canvases of sadhus or wandering minstrels that you see even in his earlier works, for they are always a part and parcel of his life. They are Awchat, forever wandering, looking for those elusive dreams, even though fleeting, with faces that may be calm, but not content.
The third is a section of four large format canvases of blunt close-ups of an anguished face surrounded by darkness... The mood in this entire exhibition is dark, somber and the sparse lighting only adds to the moroseness, where if you listen minutely, you can hear distant laughter, the clink of champagne glasses, the hushed whispers of the multitude.
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