It is tempting to imagine that the Flow Dreams series is where Anu started – or ended – her current experimentation. Certainly, this is what she hoped to achieve, a reckless, creative-driven point in her journey where she chose to be overwhelmed by both her colours and her subject – of nothingness. How do you empty your mind of everything? Especially when it is ruled by colours? Is so much freedom even viable? For when an artist does not control the medium, it leads to bedlam.

In risking this, Anu was risking everything that had led up to this point. The wild, wanton abandonment of these canvases hangs over a precipice. It was here, at that penultimate point, that she achieved her triumph. The colours flow like music; notes and tones create a medley. There is no obstruction to their drift, no impediment that stems their tide, none that obstructs their stream. Yet, as if by an unseen power, they respond to her artist’s touch. They may be self-willed but they respond to her will. There is something trance-like about these imaginings, an other-worldliness that transcends the ordinary and everyday. To look upon them is to enter another realm. To surrender.