Recently I had the privilege to visit an art exhibition held at ICCR, Kolkata - named Invisible Land by painter Madhuchanda Majumder. This is part of a series of exhibition held by Calcutta Arts Club in various parts of the world and they only engage emerging artists, unsung heroes in all their exhibitions.
Invisible Land is a theme where the artist has drawn landscapes which do not exist in reality. She visits several places and spreads the wings of her imagination to feel what the landscape could have been in that place. Her art explores color through many new shades, sometimes the sky has turned dark red and many a times the green tree has slowly turned into or has led to pale blue leaves. As if she wants to convey or capture the changing hues of existence through different passage of time. Most of the paintings had lot of open spaces signifying the presence of emptiness in every sphere of our existence. A sort of numbness in the most animated part of our lives.
There was conspicuous sadness or void in all her work. The riot of colors could not suppress the melancholy of losing your own innocent self. Like you throw a stone in the bed of a still river and you see the ripples getting slowly diminished over time, and the noise you wanted in your life turned into silent ripples and die.
I feel, city life makes people the silent ripples and the noise, the ecstatic music of living slowly fades away. The simple pleasures of having a cutting chai, getting wet under a half broken old umbrella etc. everything slowly fades from one's life.
And we all keep on painting an invisible landscape out of our life.