These interlocking forms are built on ‘trouvaille’ or lucky finds - in this instance burlap sacks from Mumbai’s markets. The jute sacks present themselves to the artist as ‘found’ grids; the grid being a long-term preoccupation in Sundar’s practice. Through playful application of acrylic pigment bound in plaster, Sundar creates soft flesh-like skins suspended on the woven fabric of his readymade grounds. These result in tactile collage geometries that hover and nudge at the two-dimensionality of the picture plane as well as challenge the idealised view of the grid as an organising principle.


                                                                         -Vasundhara Shankari Sellamuthu

Tonight I am drowning
That day at the Quay
There is a field for us to meet
The Sparkle
Let us read. let us dance
Net of drowning insecurities
A January to remember
Tantric games