What happens when colours dance on the paper without binding themselves inside the boundaries? This particular painting is a mess made by colour or there is a hidden meaning at the core? It’s all about individual perception. When I surrendered myself to the paint & the brush in my hand, there sprang on the naïve sheet a volcanic eruption of various colours; blue, green, orange, pink, yellow…
This piece shows the outburst of inner emotions which were suppressed for a long time. I can feel the happiness of the brush romancing on the paper with its beloved colours.
It says: “let me go, set me free;
Hold me not in thy frame,
Just let me play the game,
Let me fill this bare sheet with life
As this is my home & the colour is my wife.
By Nazneen
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