Moving feet is what I woke up and frantically sketched away. No logic, no reference, mindlessly, in fact never drawn feet before. Is it the rebellious subconscious trashing the lockdown to run out? That seems too obvious and personally I completely support the lockdown.
Bewildered for a moment, the feet magnetically attached themselves to 'Satyajit Ray's birth centenary.'
My spontaneous tribute of happy feet is my metaphor for his women whose feet walked out into the sunshine from the shadows of societal shackles, patriachal tapestries and more...
Of his men who broke the mould to hand-hold women when their feet asked to walk on dew fresh grass.
The footprints of Satyajit Ray that left their indelible mark on the map of world cinema.
Happy-feet are my offering to the Legend whose legacy makes us so proud to be an Indian.
