About the artist
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Self Portrait: from Dust to Life. Click on image to view
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Shivani Mathur
Photo credit - Scott Mead |
At the core of my creative practice lies the observation that art transforms lives.
My inspiration draws from three distinct disciplines: the realms of quantum physics, the Japanese art of Kintsugi – which venerates the beauty of breakage – and the timeless wisdom of the Upanishads, a five-millennium-old Indian text that advocates self discovery as a pathway to realize that not only are we interconnected with the universe, but the strength of the entire universe resides within us.
Many years ago, when I embarked on my artistic journey, I had penned a verse ,that captured the essence of my diverse experiments. Since then, I have painted nearly two hundred oil paintings, charcoal drawings, metal sculptures, installations, digital and generative art. During the pandemic, I enrolled in art school, graduated with distinction in a masters in art and science from Central Saint Martins, London. My installation, Pathways of light won the UAL /LVMH award for sustainability. My research paper 'Pregnant with Infinity' was peer reviewed and published by Leonardo Labs. but the core, which I articulated nearly two decades ago, remains unaltered…..
I do not know when I had my first brush with art.
Perhaps when as a child my mother made mountains of rice with a egg yolk sunrise, to engage me as she fed me.
Or when I arranged my cupboard with her, stacking the reds and the blues in separate piles.
At the age of five I painted the cat.
I touched an alligator in the zoo. It reminded me of lychees brushing my legs as I climbed a tree at my grandfathers house.
My mothers lustrous pearls from Basra remind me of war.
Looking at a bright yeIlow Rothko I smell ripe Alphonso mangoes.
I love watching sun rays race through the stratosphere.
And fast cars shine on the streets of London.
I love watching plants grow.
I love smiling eyes.
And I love a tube of rich Blue paint.
I do not know when I had my first brush with art.
Perhaps when as a child my mother made mountains of rice with a egg yolk sunrise, to engage me as she fed me.
Or when I arranged my cupboard with her, stacking the reds and the blues in separate piles.
At the age of five I painted the cat.
I touched an alligator in the zoo. It reminded me of lychees brushing my legs as I climbed a tree at my grandfathers house.
My mothers lustrous pearls from Basra remind me of war.
Looking at a bright yeIlow Rothko I smell ripe Alphonso mangoes.
I love watching sun rays race through the stratosphere.
And fast cars shine on the streets of London.
I love watching plants grow.
I love smiling eyes.
And I love a tube of rich Blue paint.
Shivani's pathway from Lucknow to London
