Basukinath Dasgupta
Basukinath Dasgupta
ABOUT SELLER
My childhood is highly fabricated by the lyrical intimacy of terracotta temple. I shared my joy and frustrations, love and loneliness with the rhythm of terracotta and the mysterious patterns of temple architecture. My childhood memories reverberate with screeches of bats. I am highly nostalgic of ‘those’ days at the corridors of terracotta temples.
I am from Bishnupur, West Bengal-the town of terracotta temple.
My entry as a student of fine arts, into the open and free environs of Santiniketan ,in the year 1987, gave me an opportunity to explore my inner expressions in various forms of art. It was here, I started realizing ’art’ and its integral relationship with life ……………………. . Different forms of art like visual and performing, music-folk and classical, I experienced before, now started having more meaning and significance, guided efficiently by my guru Jogen Da, Sanat Da, Suhas Da, Sarbari Da, Nanda Da, Lalu Da, Somnath Da…….
I completed my fine arts degree in the year 1992 and started my first lesson on mural painting from Mani Da. As a student of masters’ degree (1992-1994) in mural, I started to get a clearer vision of the term ‘wall’ between the man and nature- man and god. This idea is reflected in my everyday interactions with fellow beings of all ages, classes and sexes.
I believe the concept of ‘Durga-Mahishasura’ is not merely a part of mythology, but is very much a concept of today. It is an expression of the faith, of triumph of good over evil. Durga the modern day representation of compassion, truth and magnanimity, in short life itself as against Mahishasura the representation of greed, self and ego.
The interplay of texture on rough surface of canvas ground reflects the present day’s complexity of human relationships that could be so simple and easy, yet is an effort, an attempt and a struggle to hold on tight, for fear of losing and of letting go. ………
……I carry my mandolin singing the pattern of Bengali folk singers……………… and sometimes become very silent………silent to listen to the rhythm of emptiness……., the sound of bats and squirrels on a quiet midday…... In the temple corridors of Bishnupur. West Bengal-the town of terracotta temple.
