In Art for Nature’s sake, thirteen artists have come together, all from different states, having imbibed different landscapes and cultures. What is intact and runs as a common thread through them all is their love for nature and their commitment towards an exploration of the self and its unending layers. 

When one explores and celebrates the imagination, another is a critical observer of technology that is overpowering mankind. One follows the mind into ‘secret passages’ peels away layers of resistance and allows the soothing balm of love and peace to surface. Yet another leaps into mythology and tries to live the enigmatic dark skinned Krishna and Radha duo. One is aware of nature and its cycles and how we are a part of it; how we are the seed, the bud and the flower; and yet another dwells in the larger patterns that nature weaves, of which man is just a small pattern. No doubt then that this is a celebration of nature and her various moods reflected in her children. A celebration of now lost childlike simplicity. 

And aptly so in this era, as mankind moves away not only from Mother Nature, but also from one’s own nature.

Art is always about looking at what’s inside oneself. To look at how we have changed deep inside. Not a reckless digging and raking up of didactic muck or commenting on the world; but a compassionate unearthing of what the world is doing to us. The word ‘Compassion’ means ‘with passion’ and it is only with passion, with the heart and not the mind that the truth can be approached and reclaimed along with reclaiming the ‘feminine’ the intuitive side of mankind. Along with simple ‘rights and wrongs’ of the moment that allow us to take responsibility for ourselves. Reclaim happiness. Not with a recursive nostalgia, but simply look within you, search for that time when you were really happy and you will find that it is still there with you now. It always has been. What is in the heart is all there is. 

The time is ripe and the stage set, to nudge our gaze from the painting on the wall to its source-life; and let it remain, there, suspended. This exhibition is more about being human than being artists.