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2020
memories
A structure, a brick
a design that consumes and constructs us.
A truth - that hides, lurks and roars within. With closed eyes, each breath, each thought we cellebrate its blurry sound.
Liberate ourselves -
so we remember, we rewrite and reherse with the hope of reliving. This time with more control, less innocence.
In this collection Sujon attempted to relive some of his memories as a child and a young adult, of trips, time, walks, seasons, spaces, objects and rivers etc.
plaster on canvas. 12 in sq.
stages of purity
. numbness
. forget
. sorrow
. conscious
. hatred
. solitude
stairs to the clouds
she left the
pale blue
fabric.
twisted in
my nerves. she
calls me,
waving her
divine blurry
hands. come
to me. come
to heaven.
its painless
here. No
hunger or
desire.
Just a son,
I left,
clouds below.
climb
the stairs.
come, look
me in the
eye.
acrylic on canvas 60 in x 13 in
plaster on canvas. 12 in sq.
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waves of meghna
dark soft mud
beneath her.
she held more
water than she
could carry. she
stretches for
hundreds of
miles. carried
us for hours.
her thrashing
waves. fish
flying over and drowning birds.
speed. teary-eyed
old man
selling peanuts.
a reflection.
reality. a poor.
plaster on canvas. 12 in sq.
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rocks of bhoirob
a land, naps
under a tin
shed. millions
of rocks,
twice a year
we passed the
great murky
water embracing
them. each of
them a face,
a story, a pin.
a slow danger.
a thief for
gold and love.
A contemporary take on
replicating a persian rug.
currently hung at a private
residence in williamsburg,
new york.
plaster on wood.
6 in sq. each
plaster on wood.
6 in x 8 in
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two boats carryin
sand on megna
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a view. through the
hair of mother,
through the rusted
metal window, beneath
the rotten black
berry tree.
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a cool summer
moonlit night. an
open window. floral
dusty bed sheets.
five in bed. sight
of the stars.
6 in x 8 in
two boats carryin
sand on megna
a view. through the
hair of mother,
through the rusted
metal window, beneath
the rotten black
berry tree.
a cool summer
moonlit night. an
open window. floral
dusty bed sheets.
five in bed. sight
of the stars.
plaster on wood. 24 in x 20 in
shade
the sun our enemy.
hours of walking on
thin plastic. we sat.
he gave us peace,
breeze and shade.
he is a god. sweat
on our faces. blurry
memories. she dropped
her net-like sacks
of saris. a mother
with red hands, pain and hope. they brought us
a cup of cold water
straight form the
well. the wrinkly old
lady, an angel.
time
paper on wood
6 in sq.
what time is
plaster on wood. 24 in x 20 in
dhaka
candles and fireflies.
out we ran.
bled from fingers.
fell on sand piles.
opened our books
in the moonlight.
cried to sleep.
woke up to them
screaming. we hid.
grew small and
sensitive. they
closed both
their eyes.
plaster on wood. 24 in x 20 in
new york city
nights are bright.
no stars. saw few
but faded away. too
scared to believe
stars exists.
winter
above the alps. a
home, of wine and
bread.
the deep blue
breaths and phone
calls. full of care
and ignorance. the
white snowstorm.
a crying white mother.
a dying brown mother.
plaster on wood. 24 in x 20 in
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