Achuttan Kuddalur
For Achutan, painting is not a dialogue, not a conversation, but a communion with colour. Sometimes a battle. From early expressionist journeys he comes to this tranquil, deep sense of joy in light and colour for themselves. Celebratory, and the canvas throbs and is alive with the joyous, riotous spread of colour. Melancholy sometimes, even tragic - and colour sweeps across the canvas , like wind and rain lashing the landscape, eroding it into a strange and wondrous new world of beauty.
Sometimes a symphony, sometimes a shriek this wash of the rain. Nonchalant, or obsessive: like a shower, or a storm. A surge of colour kept at bay, a canvas awash with sandy gold, or white of a sail tossed furiously by the sea. Lustrous, beautiful, very brave, even heroic.