Prisms of Perception

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Size : 48 X 36 in | 121.9 X 91.4 cm
Medium : Mixed Media on Canvas
Style : Geometrical
Created in : 2020
Sold by : Artist
Surface : Shipped Rolled unless rolling not possible
Lot No : MA286615
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Gurugram, India

About Artist

Saritha Uthappa was born in Bangalore, India in 1973. She is the middle of 3 siblings and has an older brother and younger sister. While young she found herself fascinated by the shape, form & colour of things & faces around her. She observed & imagined stories for people, mostly strangers around and kept herself entertained. She enjoyed moulding and creating shapes with papier mache, expressing her thoughts in short poems & was also drawn to sketching. She spent all her free time playing outdoors with her siblings and friends and never formally sought training in the creative arts. Instead, she pursued a career in finance and studied to be a Chartered Accountant first and Chartered Financial Analyst subsequently. She enjoyed a brief career, involving multiple breaks for a short period of relocation to Europe, and having and raising kids (now a teen and a preteen). Whilst in Europe , she frequented the famous museums and found herself lost in some of the paintings & sculptures. She was drawn in by their beauty and the power of their depiction. These had left an undefinable but indelible impression on her. When she found that she was picking up canvas and paints on and off, she decided impulsively to pursue a Diploma in Fine Arts from Bharatiya Kala Kendra through the Institute of Performing Arts (Gurugram). Her formal journey into arts had thus begun.....

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Prisms of Perception: Of the many prisms That colour our perception Lending a different hue To the various emotions    Could there be one For that special someone That  suspended between the faces Turns the mundane, Into high octane? The ordinary, into the extraordinary?