It’s an explosion of colors that awaits you at first glance. Raw, bright colors that sing, that shout, that laugh on the canvas in daring juxtapositions that destabilize the Western eye, accustomed to the comfort of shades and other, more polished chromatic codes: oranges rub shoulders with fuchsias, lilacs flirt with yellows in a joyful exuberance of pure hues that Derain or Matisse would not have denied. Because undeniably, if India is the inviting power of this great festival of colors, filiations can be uncovered in the artist’s technique.

This is only a first degree of perception. Like a leaf placed on gum arabic water, a representation seems to emerge from the canvas, often some living  creature: Sen Shombit’s paintings are thus both abstract and figurative, carrying their own future under the gaze of the one who immerses himself in it.