The Cityscape in M. Pravat’s ‘Concrete Dusk’
M. Pravat’s solo exhibit, ‘Concrete Dusk’ showcased a breath-taking collection of burnt brick sculptures and paintings in abstraction, exploring the essence of the cityscape. By Satarupa Bhattacharya
Seated among old paintings, clocks, clothing, trinkets, and valuables, 76-year-old Hamiz Rizwi maintains a kaleidoscopic antique shop in Lucknow, revealing new stories with every glance. By Ishita Yadav
Poetry by Saoirse: ‘let us build a night on the marble edifice / of silence. Spread freshly laundered sheets / over the freckled sky and light / the twin candles of our bodies.’
M. Pravat’s solo exhibit, ‘Concrete Dusk’ showcased a breath-taking collection of burnt brick sculptures and paintings in abstraction, exploring the essence of the cityscape. By Satarupa Bhattacharya
Personal Essay by Prachi Sharma: ‘My father pauses in every retelling of this tale. He wants me to see it. A man in the uniform of an Indian working for the English, in a village courtyard in the late 1920s, his face turning to one side from the force of an open palm. The villagers watching. The Daroga’s hand going to his cheek. A pigeon somewhere on the roof, taking off.’