For the past couple of weeks, I was working on a short research examining the spatial experience of an exhibition…
… bunches of flowers also started blooming on the walls of white cubes, be it as a parasite, host, or both.
“Good God, can a son of man come to such a shape and fashion?”
It is an accumulation of almost every possible film genre that Dhaliwood has ever produced.
It is serene in its every right but it remains beyond my perceptual domain. And I envy this serenity. Because it tells me how differently we exist in each other’s realities and unaware of these differences.
Call me biased, but, to the best of my limited knowledge, I have known only a few who could truly capture Dhaka as I see it. Rahul Talukder is one of them.
Art needs us physically, be it for ourselves or itself.