“The human face has been part of the classic discipline of art for countless ages. Samita’s faces, primarily in charcoal and conte, have a searing power. At the same time, she dazzles us by the infinite variety of the structure of the face, the play of light and shade and the dramatic distinction of male and female faces. There is realistic solidity but also a subtle delineation, most pronounced in her rendition of their eyes.”
(Late Dnyaneshwar Nadkarni, renowned art critic and author)
DESC:Of all the faces I’ve done over the years, this is my personal favourite. This is a live portrait of a rickshaw puller, who used to park his rickshaw in the shade of our balcony every afternoon when the sun was at its most relentless. I noticed an alertness in his eyes that belied his age, an alertness that, possibly, comes from experiencing life, literally, at close quarters. I saw his life etched in the lines on his face. I asked if I could draw him. He readily agreed, possibly, I thought, to make a bit of money in the off-work hours. It took me two-three days to complete the drawing during which time he observed me keenly. Yet, when I’d finished, he showed no interest at all in the final result. And walked away without taking any money.
DESC:This striking face – dignity shining through her beggarly circumstances – caught my eye on my way to New Alipore market. Shopping forgotten, I asked her to pose for me, drawing out the sketchbook I always carried in anticipation of such chance encounters (no smartphones those days!). She agreed and when I’d finished the broad strokes, she peered at it closely and gave a little nod, which I took as approval.
DESC:I did this portrait of an elderly man some years ago, in watercolor, the medium I started my career with. Much later, when I wrote a story about the annoying - though, in retrospect, funny – idiosyncrasies, angularities and antics of an uncle visiting from Paris, the portrait became the cover of my book!
DESC:Just someone whom I’ve known for many years and m extremely fond of. She is what she is – frank and straightforward, sometimes to a fault and the great discomfort of others. No artifice about this lady. I thought I caught her personality better in profile.
DESC:On one Christmas morning, thought of doing a portrait of Jesus in joy, befitting the day of his birth. But recent events stored in the subconscious, turned my portrait sad and disheartened.
DESC:As a portrait painter, I look for faces that encapsulate the essence of the person (as I imagine it), or tells a story, or is just plain striking. This is one.
DESC:A distant aunt whom I hadn't met in decades. When I did run into her, she was in her early '90s. I was amazed by her lust for life that had hardly abated since I saw her last. She was purposeful, lucid, positive and courageous. An inspiration for anyone beginning to experience the pangs of self-doubt and anxiety of our senior years.
DESC:Most of us have one attendant in our lives who is like a second mother to us. I had Shivani. She was with us for nearly three decades, looking after our lives, from being a cook to bottlewasher and everything else in-between. She was one of a kind - multifaceted, energetic, intelligent, kind and wickedly witty. She was also very protective of me and, by extension, very possessive. This, recalling her most typical posture - sari hitched up to just above her knees - is my tribute to her and her kind.
DESC:Sitting at my work table, either to write or paint, this view of a quiet lane in Tollygunge greets me, whenever I look up to take a break. More often than not it has a calming effect
DESC:On the other side of my work table, through another window – more sky, fewer buildings. I remember the great solace this view provided during the 2-year pandemic lockdown.
DESC:Walking on the terrace during the Covid lockdown with nothing much to do, one witnessed the most amazing sky colours and cloud formations, particularly as the rains approached – things we ignore in our busy, distracted lives.
DESC:In Dubrovnik, the sea can be seen from most places. It's a different, distinctive sea, though. In its colour and the rocks that seem to grow out of the middle of the ocean.
DESC:On a visit to Rajasthan in the peak of summer, saw groups of women with empty pitchers and expressions walking miles along the otherwise empty highways in search of tube-wells.
DESC:A Rajasthani girl, in solitude, absorbed in her own thoughts, living in her own world - perhaps, thinking of an absentee husband earning his livelihood in a distant city.
DESC:In the scorching heat of a summer afternoon, I saw this Rajasthani woman walking her small herd of goats either looking for water or a patch of green in the barrenness.