As life has become so mechanical, we tend to overlook our emotions and thereby limit our own growth. Though all of us seek to break free from the shackles of emotional confinement, it is easier said than done. We are forever bound by social confinements, which lead us to suppress our emotions and lead the life of silent spectators in search of liberation, freedom and enchantment. It is what it is and it is how it is-our journey towards the self never ends-or it ends up in despair, if we strain the strings.

People tend to mask their real emotions but fail to satiate the self. It becomes obligatory to laugh when not willing and cry when not wanting to. It's an emotional ecology that runs in tandem with the real world. The self deception goes a long way- we wear veils upon veils, tell lies upon lies, we fabricate forgeries upon forgeries and trick our inner-selves with moribund possibilities. But people fail to accept this fact and we end up living like strangers to the self. It is always hard to accept the truth, the defeat.

All these emotions are reflected in our own visage. Every loss cuts across the soul. Happiness also transforms our expressions. No human can hide his impulses. People strive in vain to confine their true feelings, to restrict these emotions from soaring out into the open. But it is just a matter of time; the truth unfolds sooner or later and it all appears in the face. An avid eye can read these details. I can see it all hidden in the faces-good times and bad times. I have tried to express those very sentiments through this art exhibition. Please accept my-"Unexpressed Expression" (Avyakta Avivyaktrharu).

I have tried to scratch beneath the surface where people store their emotions. I have tried to unravel the untold stories. The black line serves as the representation of emotions limited within virtual limits. Colours and textures add detail to the enigma of human existence. I strive to find more details, more answers and I often get caught in the in-between situations. I feel a kind of suffocation- my release comes with these turbulent feelings spilling out on to the canvas. I erase some of these feelings and retain some on canvas. I learn from these experiences and forget some.

I remember sketching on the floor and creating the resemblance of Lord Ganesh on a pile of sand during childhood. I used to associate art with creating replicas of objects during my early college days, at Lalit Kala Campus. But these perceptions were to change over time. Even as a budding artist, nature had a big impact on my art. I used to get baffled after each sketch, wondering what would follow next and how I could take my art further. The gravity and beauty of the unspoken myths and mysticisms of temples and traditional architectures dominated my mental frame for quite a while. This recurring feeling led me to take part in art exhibitions and workshops, which exposed me to the dynamics of the art field.

One particular art work, done on Nepali paper with charcoal, earned me appreciation from the art fraternity. This really inspired me to work harder. The subsequent exhibition, 'Sampada', which involved works of the same medium, proved to be the biggest stepping stone of my artistic career. I came to realise that expressions had less to do with formal education but more with observation and evaluation. An artist is an isolated performer and artistic talent cannot be extracted from books. It cannot be confined within limits and cannot be named. You cannot describe artistic freedom in words, as words are never enough to mirror your thoughts. It is due to this fact that I have not been able to give titles to the works presented here.

Much of these works have feminism in focus but I would like to make it clear, that the core motive of my art is not advocacy. Being a woman myself, these sentiments have surged out of me and find expression in my canvases. These are my silent observations and I trust that my paintings, communicate some of these very sentiment to you.