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Sujon Ishaq cherishes his memories with his late mother traveling back and forth between Brahmonbaria and Dhaka. A majority of his artistic expression relives his childhood memories, and specific stories located in Borikandi. He mainly uses wooden boards, acrylic and oil paint and plaster as his artistic mediums. Lately, he has grown an interest on metal, tea, the rain and paper as a medium to illustrate the intesity of recent events and thoughts in his life.
He approaches memory through strict formal limitations, which he believes is served well by a minimalistic approach. Textures, colors, and forms play on his fond memories of mud, rivers, and rain and pain. Sujon believes his process involves honesty, directness and oneness through a meaningful color palette that also resonates with his childhood and personal artistic aesthetic.
Colours that also changes depending on the seasons of his mind and mother earth.
Besides private buyers and commissions for his artworks. Recently, he took a different approach to assert agency over the distribution of his artwork. Prior to relocating to Vancouver he did an experiment in the cityspace of New York City meant to eliminate the elitist middleman that is the art industry and the gallery system. His art pieces were distributed freely among the city streets and parks, mostly in Brooklyn in antcipitation of a direct connection between the creator and the reciever. Few examples can be found under “Art on streets”
Sculpture in Maui, Hawaii
2022
morning walks on grass,
the wet toes of mist,
through toes the curve,
of earth
the ocean
a line
in mother earth it dots
in water it marks
on horizon it connects
three dimensions with
three steps
towards and backwards
closer and further it fades
a living line
a dead tree
let it be in rain
let it be in shine
2022
morning walks on grass,
the wet toes of mist,
through toes the curve,
of earth
the ocean
a line
in mother earth it dots
in water it marks
on horizon it connects
three dimensions with
three steps
towards and backwards
closer and further it fades
a living line
a dead tree
let it be in rain
let it be in shine
2020 memories
2021 home
2022 soft torture
2023 Tea with J.M.W. Turner - a
conversation
2024 thoughts
Art on streets (NY)
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