farah naz moon

   

peace line 2010 Its a Public Art project at PATENGA 15 number ghaat. Everyone come here for time pass. Its also my favourite place. i feel happy. and i feel free...

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.

I went to khagrachari with sinking cold.Once i thought to retreat from the journeythinking of the cold weather.Then i determined for reaching khagrachari.We pass over knee-deep water of a river to reach our destination that is khamarpara.After arriving at khamarpara everybody started jumping in the river.But i did not step in the water in fear of catching morecold.So, i started to walk following the edge of the narrow Chengi river. The river was dying in cold.At the time of walking i noticed mosses in the river.But the mosses are not the mark of old age, rather they are as beautiful as the wildflower of hills.So, i loved the following mosses of the narrow river at my first sight.For that love, the next day i passed five hours at a stretch collection the small rocks and mosses from the river.As we live in the heap of concrete in city We are used to try vainly to present everything decorated. Perhaps the sense I carried from the city inspired me to decorate the rocks on Chengi river to b...