The Art Institute of Chicago had a show on Rabindranath Tagore's Paper and Ink paintings. It was named "The Last Harvest". None of the paintings were titled and there were sixty one of them. Next year will be the hundredth year of his receiving the Nobel Prize for the literature. Perhaps, this was in honor of the upcoming anniversary.
After I took some bad pictures of some of the paintings I was told it was not permitted. Just the same, I had already taken them. One can see the paintings within the paintings. All reflections.
Tagore started painting late in his life; in his sixties. Women, birds, nature and pain and suffering dominated his work. The paintings were dark, gloomy and sad. With a sad life like his one cannot expect anything but. He lost his mother at the age of fourteen. His sister-in-law, whom he was attached to very much, committed suicide at a very young age. He lost his wife and then three of his children.
He was color-blind.
In his own pictures, his eyes spilled tragicness.
I am not sure of its relevance, but he seemed to dress, like Mirza Ghalib, in ankle-length double robes with tall skull caps. Just an observation....
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