Faces by Usha Biswas
Size(in feet):3x4 Medium: Oil on Canvas
About the Artist : Artist Biswas was awarded Cultural Scholarship by Government of India and had exhibited across India and Europe. Currently, her works are in the collection of the National Gallery of Modern Art, Delhi; the Lalit Kala Akademi, Delhi; the Wilfredo Centre, Cuba, and several private collections.
Skilled with her hues, this contemporary art work is a class apart. It would enhance the vibe of a luxury apartment effortlessly.
Poetry:
Racing at the speed of a jet plane
Into a hazy future
Into a time
That is yet to take place
Killing me softly, in anticipation.
Delving deep into the past
Like a submarine.
Gazing at things gone wrong
Into moments echoing silent screams
Which no one heard but you.
Weeping and brooding over times
That you cannot change
Killing me softly, in regret.
For once
Like a friend
Can you just have a silent walk with me?
Help me breathe a sigh of relief
Help me feel, that I'm in a carefree place
The now, the present.
For once
Can you just let things be the way it is?
My dear worrisome mind…
-Sandra Putman
Size(in feet):3x4 Medium: Oil on Canvas
About the Artist : Artist Biswas was awarded Cultural Scholarship by Government of India and had exhibited across India and Europe. Currently, her works are in the collection of the National Gallery of Modern Art, Delhi; the Lalit Kala Akademi, Delhi; the Wilfredo Centre, Cuba, and several private collections.
Skilled with her hues, this contemporary art work is a class apart. It would enhance the vibe of a luxury apartment effortlessly.
Poetry:
Racing at the speed of a jet plane
Into a hazy future
Into a time
That is yet to take place
Killing me softly, in anticipation.
Delving deep into the past
Like a submarine.
Gazing at things gone wrong
Into moments echoing silent screams
Which no one heard but you.
Weeping and brooding over times
That you cannot change
Killing me softly, in regret.
For once
Like a friend
Can you just have a silent walk with me?
Help me breathe a sigh of relief
Help me feel, that I'm in a carefree place
The now, the present.
For once
Can you just let things be the way it is?
My dear worrisome mind…
-Sandra Putman