Waiting for midnight, Goa Open Arts festival 13-16 February
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He meandered Away, Into land unknown and unseen, Hidden away in the depths of bliss Shadows danced through the night, Till they faded away into the dim light, Seen through a kaleidoscope of memories, It took him away, It took him home, New yet familiar, He followed the trail that had never been madeBharat Sikka explores his village, which he has been visiting for the past ten years. With a SX- 70 camera Sikka, re-visits his trails and forms new ones, to make a new mystical body of work over the last few days, toward the end of a decade. The work is a series of polaroids, along with a set of zines and a poem by his daughter Mannat Sikka.
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