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Illusion (120X80) 1989 Work
From actual sceneries to expression of images ¥² – Mentality of Indian ink and emotional approach to the inner self
The willow absorbed in the moonlight shakes its hair loose and starts sobbing. It has no sound as if the sound is made and has a sob as if there is no sob. It¡¯s raining and wind is blowing. It changes into the wailing sound. Isn¡¯t the willow pipe whining such a fantastic harmony perhaps because of resembling the wind carrying beloved one? Would the sight of missing and crying for the beloved one who left in the moonlight be the sorrow of trampled vine....
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