Anu’s figurative works in this series tease and gambol. They are flirtatious and refreshing, permitting a glimpse of a remembered face, a recalled person. Not at first, though. Cursorily, they are abstracts; gaze upon them, and faces emerge, bodies take shape, and you are awakened into wondering whether the discordant lines hide more than they reveal.

What is it Anu is attempting? Is it her memory that results in a pastiche of remembered, loved faces, or yours of recalled nightmares? Why are they hidden? Is there promise there, or menace?
Artists are drawn to the hidden trigger of our collective imaginations where shadows and spirits lurk. This collective consciousness can be joyous or painful. Here, Anu offers no twigs or straws to clutch on to, personally trespassing into areas that have forever fascinated her – the world of the occult, the fantasy of a realm other than ours, of knowledge that is the purview of a select few. She shares this with a naïve honesty, her belief ruling the hidden world of wraiths and seraphs, messages that may be physical or ethereal, bringing together the real and the imagined, the known and unknown, in a delightful concert. Should one be seduced by these images? That decision she leaves to you to choose – or abandon.
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