A perk of my role with the Bengal Biennale, coordinating studio visits and workshops for the event’s peripheral programming, is getting to visit the spaces of artists working across mediums. Over the past few weeks, I’ve met with printmakers, painters, sculptors, photographers, one of only a handful of glass casting artists in the entire country, and visited the village home of a weaver and organic dyer who has had strong cross-cultural influences with Japan. Some days I feel like I’m living through an episode of Art21 and regret not having my camera–or at the very least an audio recorder– to document some of the inspiring conversations I’ve been a part of.
I’ve been moved to embrace a deeper sense of connection in my own work (creating for the heart while muting that critical censor who worries about the rest of the world). Each artist I meet, each studio I step into, feels like an invitation to trust the organic evolution of creativity. To lean into that voice of deep knowing. In the end, it’s a reminder that art is not just about the final product but about the journey—the powerfully subtle moments that lead us to discover more about ourselves and how we engage with the collective experience of being.
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