We started
this art camp with bundless joy, moonlight and the cold wind of hills.No
subject was predetermined for this camp.We recited from Jibananda Das in those
moonlit cold nights.At that time i felt the urge to do something on my own
impressions, something different.That was the harvesting season in hills.Though
it seems funny but it is true that i've never seen so wide corn field before.
So, i decided to work with paddy. There was a large pile of straw beside the
tea stallwhere we chatted.Sitting on that pile, one day i started to weave at
first straw and then paddy.Then i made a structure with that and took off for
climbing the peak of the hill, through that structure i disclosed my pleasure,
the beauty of hills and the other probablities of life.
