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Arena
What arena is this? On one plane it may be a playing field. Empty of all except the glow or glare of light in evidence to a viewer who peeps ...... |

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A New Song
This exquisitely simple composition once more recapitulates the vast desert’s empty spaces, and incandescent light, that together rule sand dunes..... |

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Blue Clouds
Monsoons, after the great heat in the subcontinent, is a harbinger of fresh life; sap in the stems of trees and blood in the human veins... |
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The Blue Window
One more window – but with the out-view barred with criss-crossing, cross-hatching, grill-simulating plates.....
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Color Symphony
Colours a riot, that is how the vibrant humanity of the state of Rajasthan responds to its often unmitigated browned natural environs. ....
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Deep Forest
As a rebound from the hot and too earthy colours, the painter from time to time, delves into other worlds, other existences. And so, this work, where her painter’s eye ---rolling--- brings to green life what she literally observes.....
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Emerging Blue
Over here we have high-rises with their manifold niches of rear or upfront windows, through which we can look in, or indeed look out to the heart’s content. In one sense, on surface, the work is a handsome sensorial .......
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Nature's Majesty
Nature is a composer eternally forming fresh patterns from one and the same universe..... |
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Pillars of Silence
Silence? – yes, silence and stone are eternally wedded. The ‘wedlock’ lets out the music of timelessness in our moments of reflectiveness. ....
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Red Story
In her architecture leaning phase, Prabha Shah shows an extra robust visage. Empty of “life” and yet in it you can hear echoes from the loved past, that is, even as life is carved in strong reliefs on the pillars and ....
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Reflections
Like as in a dust haze, as in the tantalizing mirage of deserts, else like the vibrations observed on the stirred surfaces of lakes and ponds,....
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Reunion
This marvelously structured edifice of a work, majestically rising upwards is, on all evidence, the painter’s earnest to stay – erect, standing on her own feet, that is, by the strength of a resolute will.....
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Sacred Morning
Some of Shah’s works are aubades to the formed, proportioned beauty of verticals and horizontals – all being bathed in the first, holy rays of the rising sun.....
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Sand Storm
Thar, that great Indian desert was this artist’s earliest environ, and it left an indelible imprint on her sensibility. In this particular work, for instance, the formations of sand and dust, almost entirely enshroud ....
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Turning Point
Like us all, the artist, Prabha Shah, has undergone several turnings in the river of her life. The threshold in this work represents precisely that. .... |
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The Wide Window
Hearing impaired though this artist is, the windows of her eyes have thereby become doubly attentive. The width of these ‘window’ is purely symbolic, representing unhemmed in space.....
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Timeless Reality
Reality appears timeless, or outside the present moment, even as we meditate the eternity, or as out mind constitutes eternity.....
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Off The Beaten Track
The title of this work stands for that House of Imagination wherein we are most at ease: which nourishes our spirit, which we pine for in our moments of trouble, which raises our élan quite above the sea levels. So that even when the outer structure of our diurnal lives is built by science, it is not in that house we are really at home, but the mansion which has been composed by the creative imagination. Thus, while in this work no actual house is visible, literally speaking, the beauty evident in it becomes a resting place for the spirit. The delicacy seen in the form of the abstracted parapet, as the peacefulness and calm suggested via the warmth of the otherwise red hues certainly quietens us without fail.
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Deja Vu
Over here, on a sort of hard court, and the adjoining solid looking structure, we focus on fallen leaves – two of them on the floor being like emissaries of nature placed parallel and as if making a petition. The blue and rust of the two leaves are carefully harmonized. Against the prevailing inertness they are a plea for growing things, germinating slowly in the earth’s mysterious womb. It appears as if even the fallen leaves can once more activate the pulse of feeling in the desiccated, dry, concrete that is now so much of the metropolitan existence of the day. The artist by design reaches out for what was given by the Creation at the birth of the universe. Her work is, in one word, a homage to life, contra death.
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Kaleidoscopic Expanse
Since rainbow is one of the chief symbols of joy, here it is reworked in a fresh and novel form – rising vertical like a ladder to heaven, almost. The foreground is soothing green, as fields often are when tended with loving care, and above this green rises the magic of colour on colour; a floating world of care set free. So that the composition is intended to draw us up into the paradise of the contemplative revelry. The work certainly induces in us a mood of quiet celebration.
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Ecstasy
Ecstatic are the ‘angels’, those high-flying, winged, light-boned creatures, who spin in the groves of clouds, in the grooves of air-currents. Gliding and sailing quite like dervishes in trance do. The freedom of birds is needed limitless. So that we humans envy them all through our lives: our aspirations themselves being given bird wings in our dreams. The artist works out a grid, a window perhaps from where we look on at the marvel of a vista in which wide span avian dance without let. It is here precisely that Prabha’s imagination soars.
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