A group of individuals gathers for an informal “Black Box” lunch at Blue Star. What next?
First up: Amita Bhatt. Initially, the paper rustling and chip crunching was a little distracting – not for long.
As Amita tentatively launched into her story you were carried away, as if by Scheherezade. We were surrounded by her 9′ x 12′ drawings – charcoal on rough canvas. Humble materials and unforgiving media relating a complex and quizzical view of the world. She described the scene in Mumbai of the early 90’s. She found herself in the middle of the worst violence the country had seen since the partition of India, involved with the mafia and one of the most deadly men in the country. To say the least, it was a difficult time and she was nearly killed twice. In an attempt to escape this violence she moved to the US in 1994. And this is where the search for meaning began to unfold.