Finding the way to the Attic was like an active puzzle. Just off Sansad Marg, the way up discretely hidden alongside a tailoring shop, it was what made the inner space of that gallery too worth discovering.
It was like entering an inner sanctum of a meditative space.
The exhibition of drawings - drawn with force with soft graphite pencils primarily and other media was hidden in a curtained chamber.
In this chamber you were one with your thoughts in purveying and being one with Ritu Jain's creations. The chosen space lent itself to the meditative quality of her powerful yet serene concentric linear compostions.
They drew you in and drew you out. And the silence on that space was light, not at all unbearable as such a space could get, as though the drawings on the wall were lending their energy to that space, leaving and awakening your sense of inner calm.
In an alcove, a darker space stood a body form, enclosed in a bright vibrant spiraling clothing installation, quite different in the calmness of the space adjacent. This was a creation from her earlier body of work.
It was the only one, standing out like a goddess, wrapped in beams of energy rising to a crescendo. On a closer look a placer explaned to one what it was, but left to my own imaginings it had a far fascinating and moving impact.
Left to my self, I preferred the calm of the earlier space and I drifted back to it, going round and round like a dervish, like the lines in the drawings....
