A Dailogue with Soil

A Dialogue with Soil

I excavate the roots that grew beneath the surface unbeknownst to me. I see them lying with age unattended but the frozen soil significantly indicates the influence of layers of atmospheric process. The chemical reaction in the soil in heat changed the inner story of the Earth.  Once a river flew carrying dry leaves, flowers, shells; they are may be rituals, funerary arrangements, jewelry and domestic needs. Buried in the past is the story of our own being. Dig in more to see frozen time that gets awakened in my search, speaks to me silently. Dialogue continues through technical and conceptual expression. Embedded time is discovered– some ask, “do you believe that we are blessed by god?” Some ponder “storm broke me off from my terrain”.  Some got buried in natural disaster. See the life cycle of soil, that has breathed through thousands of seasons. Some theories “they are just particles of Nature crystallized in geological cycle”. This is not just an excavation of a material world, it is my root: my being in Nature. Nature’s being in History. It reconnects mankind.  Every thought gets embedded in the natural process. It carves out the things that are transparent to see through, translucent to reflect or refract light in nature that falls back on my past and present.

Sisir Sahana teaches as a Professor in Ceramics & Glass, Department of Design in Kala-Bhavana, Visva-Bharati University.Santiniketan. India. He studied B Fine Arts and  M Fine Arts in painting from Kala-Bhavan, Visva-Bharati University, Santiniketan, from 1982 to 1987 and 1987 to 1989. He did an Advanced Diploma in Stained Glass painting from Central St. Martin’s College of Art & Design, London. 1993-94. 

He has held numerous exhibitions in India and USA, United Kingdom, Singapore, Thailand, Bangladesh, Egypt.

 "I form them like our excavated past. Every moment gets frozen in time. It becomes the past. I see them as historical metaphors. People call it Art. Art in glass. The art in the material is formed through a molten process but I moulded the process, shaped every movement of its material nature. The red lava came through me; it is that which I fused, that I cast." - Sisir Sahana