Vasant Wankhede (1936-2019) crafted a visual language dedicated to silence, inviting an attentive exploration of human vision. His paintings metamorphose rags into vibrant hues and stains into aesthetic realms. Rather than concealing wounds, bandages reveal the inner luminosity of the artist’s emotions. Marks may linger amidst scratches or intertwined with loose threads, serving as solitary reminiscences.

Wankhede’s artistic materials momentarily reveal themselves, pushing the observer into an unusually stunning experience. He delves deeply into his idiom, separating form from function, infusing lasting aesthetic behaviour. Constantly migrating between objects and materials exploring unexposed possibilities for visual expression.

Nature remains the warp in the fabric of culture, and Wankhede, with creative prowess, weaves the weft of life’s innermost meaning into visual joy. His art materials exist in harmony, used with aesthetic inclination. The absence speaks volumes about the artist who imbued them with his essence—his eyes, breath, blood, yesterday, today, tomorrow, joy, and sorrow—everything except his name, Vasant Wankhede. A watchtower undisturbed by changing tides over the years.