Aditi Singh b. 1976
Untitled, 2019
Charcoal and pigment on Parchment paper
36 x 26 inches
91.4 x 66 cm
(framed)
91.4 x 66 cm
(framed)
Anyone who has spent much time looking at the sky and sea, knows they are places of correspondence, of call and answer. Visual affinities of light, sound, and texture abound....
Anyone who has spent much time looking at the sky and sea, knows they are places of correspondence, of call and answer. Visual affinities of light, sound, and texture abound. Different aspects of the sky & sea link unexpectedly with each other, and so it is that within this sight, different times, narratives, and worlds can also be joined.
I tend to think of landscapes as affecting us most strongly when we are in them, but there are also landscapes we bear with us in absentia, those spaces that live on in memory long after they have withdrawn in actuality.
I have always loved the gaps, the spaces between things, as much as the things. I love staring, pondering, mulling. I love the times I’ve spent waiting—there emerges that rich possibility of noticing more, of pausing. There is so much that we overlook while the abundance around us continues to shimmer, on its own.
Working on these drawings and paintings, building them up slowly, has been about remembrance. Of creating a cadence by repetition, of making a mark that makes its own groove both on paper and imagination.
Aditi
Jan, 2020
I tend to think of landscapes as affecting us most strongly when we are in them, but there are also landscapes we bear with us in absentia, those spaces that live on in memory long after they have withdrawn in actuality.
I have always loved the gaps, the spaces between things, as much as the things. I love staring, pondering, mulling. I love the times I’ve spent waiting—there emerges that rich possibility of noticing more, of pausing. There is so much that we overlook while the abundance around us continues to shimmer, on its own.
Working on these drawings and paintings, building them up slowly, has been about remembrance. Of creating a cadence by repetition, of making a mark that makes its own groove both on paper and imagination.
Aditi
Jan, 2020