My preoccupation with lotuses--their silky soft contours, fresh dewy look and dream-like floating colours that enfold and embrace you. I can completely understand what the Lotus Eaters must have felt! Enveloped in luxurious, glorious drunken ecstasy.
I was shocked out of this recurrent dream, though, rudely awakened by a painting I just saw by Natee Utarit--a Singapore artist who questions the way we create and relate to images.
He juxtaposes photographs, classic paintings and the canvas (one over the other) and makes us see that the artist creates the way we look at reality--merely by the medium he/she chooses, first of all. Secondly, the artist shows you a point of view--one which may not coincide with your own.
In this case, the picture was that of brownish, dark lotus stems (just three huge ones) which drooped, out of an astonishingly huge water-glass--the glass is fragile and dream-like contrasting with the almost menacing roots and stem. Caught me unawares...
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