Inspiration is a funny thing. I consider myself a marginally creative person, which means I rely quite a bit on truly creative people. And I am always interested in what inspires them. Sohan Qadri is one of my favorite artists. He died just a little over a year ago. But the works he left behind remain alive… vibrant evidence of his being… in every sense of the word.
It may sound hokey. But Sohan’s paintings are pure abstraction and incredibly emotive. Of course, they bring to mind Mark Rothko’s large color fields. But they are something very different. I suspect it has to do with their slightly smaller scale and the way color collects in the pockets and ridges where the paper has been serrated, almost carved, in very rhythmic patterns. The paintings could be capturing landscapes or maps or conversations or heartbeats.
A recent visit to the Conservatory at Lewis Ginter Botanical Garden reminded me of Sohan’s paintings. The lush colors of many orchids, the linear repetitions of tropical foliage, the intricate structures of spring blossoms… all of these reminded me of his work and the first time I experienced it several years ago. Plants and paintings are somehow exotic, primordial and universal all at the same moment. Not to mention so very gorgeous. Does that make sense?
|From Confluence at Sundaram Tagore Gallery|