Shailee Mehta

Slade School of Fine Art// @rgb.sm

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There's a lot lost in translation from the hand drawn lines to the tracing paper to cut ups and back to drawing the line again. But then again, I love that this painting is about the absence itself. . . . #tesseract #time #space #light #wood #panels #moments #movements #impermanence #windows #figure #motionblur #lines #circles #yellow #graph #paper #collage #painting #sculpture #photography #photooftheday #artistsoninstagram #art @triptikart @abstract.mag

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I had a different reflection in my phone this time, the sky was more navy, black and white than yellow, white and cyan.⠀ ⠀ //postcard series//"duet"⠀ ⠀ #postcards #collage #time #space #memory #geology #architecture #figure #presence #absence #layering #impermanence #negativespace #subject #writing #conversation #duet #thoughts #posted #tomyself #art #artistsoninstagram #abstract #photography #blackandwhite (at Slade School of Fine Art)

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Somewhere I read about the idea of infra-slim and how it is the space between two juxtaposed elements that is so unnoticeable that it becomes a seam.⠀ ⠀ //postcard series//"duet"⠀ ⠀ #postcards #collage #time #space #memory #geology #architecture #figure #presence #absence #layering #impermanence #negativespace #subject #writing #conversation #duet #thoughts #posted #tomyself #art #artistsoninstagram #abstract #photography #blackandwhite

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When I get up after lying for too long, I feel all the blood rushing down my head and I need to sit down again.⠀ ⠀ //postcard series//"duet"⠀ ⠀ #postcards #collage #time #space #memory #geology #architecture #figure #presence #absence #layering #impermanence #negativespace #subject #writing #conversation #duet #thoughts #posted #tomyself #art #artistsoninstagram #abstract #photography #blackandwhite

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When I thought that cards she laid out could be the deciders, the sun was dissolving through the curtains and I picked one that said "Death".⠀ ⠀ //postcard series//"duet"⠀ ⠀ #postcards #collage #time #space #memory #geology #architecture #figure #presence #absence #layering #impermanence #negativespace #subject #writing #conversation #duet #thoughts #posted #tomyself #art #artistsoninstagram #abstract #photography #blackandwhite (at Slade School of Fine Art)

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I thought my time needs a bit of space. Playing with light and perspective #moments #gauche #mixedmedia #textinart #windows #spaces #traces #time #nonlinear #perspective #shadows #deconstructed #reconstructed #seeing #nothingness #neutral #workinprocess #circles #collage #photography #blackandwhite #colour #mymoleskine #artistsoninstagram #art @thedailygallery @the.abstract.society (at Slade School of Fine Art)

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Copper, lost window and lines// Details// "What is lost, isn't lost"

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Let the flowers decay, let the waves fall, let the light become shadow// Details // "What is lost, isn't lost"

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"What is lost, isn't lost"

Details coming up soon

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There’s an interesting dialogue between this piece and the one I posted before. That one was a plane curated with exiting fragments while this one is almost like an ode to all the bits that didn’t make it on the other one. It’s an emphasis on nothingness, on what doesn’t matter, on negation.

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Sometimes I feel I’m trying frame visions I’ve never seen and moments I never owned.

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Ever thought about the traces you felt? Ever thought about the traces you left? #impermanence #traces #nothingness #being #notbeing #hands #fingers #collage #circles #sepia #warm #neutrals #yellow #canvas #small #scale #triptych #art #artistsoninstagram #sketchbookstories #workinprocess

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Traces

And so they say don’t let the past define you,

And I say I introduce you to the stone.

Its entire history is what it makes it true.

A history of changes the rivers and winds have sown.

 And while it seems like the strongest, the most aggressive of all,

As it creates a sense of panic when it rolls down a hill,

The stone as it lies, is not what it is when it falls.

Because it reverberates calm and explains still.

 So the stone let its past define everything of its existence,

When it modified over years to become what it is,

And still displayed strength in giving into change and accidence,

It accepted to disintegrate into an inevitable abyss.

 Yet, the most quintessential it still remains,

Of how nature will always dominate you and me.

Of how most of our effort will go into vain,

But the stone’s death is loyal to the river and the sea.

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Something about lights and hands. One is a trace that no one can touch only see; another is the creator of traces- the evidence that something was there but is not anymore.

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What might have been

I sometimes like to dwell on the possibilities, my curiosities because the idea of a single universe where this is it and all that is, is here bores me, saddens me.

And I know to do this is to create

a state of suffering, to carry weight,

of how maybe if yesterday

I had gone a different way,

Today I would’ve smiled a little different

Or maybe the winds would’ve been more fervent

But everything I didn’t experience,

Because of a trivial variance

Might not be mine to own,

Just might not be mine to own.

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"Something is always made of nothing"

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Passing through

A line stuck in time. Because I am everything but nothing at the same time. Because I am constant but my state is not.

Like a wave, I will rise and fall and become the ocean itself. Like rain I will only exist when I am falling and giving into gravity unconditionally. Like the puddle of water I will not belong, not accord, but happily fragment and disintegrate as your feet take me elsewhere, as the sun carries me somewhere. Like the river I will always be there, still or in motion, but never the same. Because I will change when you touch me, and maybe you will too.

Caught in this eternal transience, I will dance, I will embrace chance. After all, I was made from the very molecules that, a billion years ago, constructed dust and maybe it’s just, just that every moment I experience will be forgotten and deconstruct to form a reality that I will never see, will never touch upon.

I will be gone, be gone, and be gone.