A City Of Bricks
A city has her own story to tell, story of her glory, her pain, giving birth of thousands of new born each and every day; story of their childhood to teenage or even their final days of life! A city glorifies her kingdom by her citizen! Or even died by them! I was born in the city of Dhaka by late eighties of last decade! I have seen the rapid changes of this city! It was not that far where we could breathe so finely, there were playground and ponds! There were green fields with dandelions! Life was so simple with fariwala’s (Street hawker) cotton candy! Suddenly life has changes with all the calculation of plus and minus here! Now I knew, there are 58 ministries, thousands of private and multinational company’s office in Dhaka! Government, opposition, office, chaos, civic rights, traffic, strikes; there are so many words in the dictionary of this city. The clock runs too fast then my heartbeats here! I couldn’t find myself at the end of the day or maybe I do! As a jobholder; there are nothing but the traffic light and the office hours in my whole calendar! I feel like a day labor in a corporate gesture; who can breaks brick all the day in a busy road with huge traffic. There are table and chair for my so-called social identity. How it will be addressed to the time if I experiment myself as a brick breaker for 30 minutes in a busy street!
A city has her own story to tell, story of her glory, her pain, giving birth of thousands of new born each and every day; story of their childhood to teenage or even their final days of life! A city glorifies her kingdom by her citizen! Or even died by them! I was born in the city of Dhaka by late eighties of last decade! I have seen the rapid changes of this city! It was not that far where we could breathe so finely, there were playground and ponds! There were green fields with dandelions! Life was so simple with fariwala’s (Street hawker) cotton candy! Suddenly life has changes with all the calculation of plus and minus here! Now I knew, there are 58 ministries, thousands of private and multinational company’s office in Dhaka! Government, opposition, office, chaos, civic rights, traffic, strikes; there are so many words in the dictionary of this city. The clock runs too fast then my heartbeats here! I couldn’t find myself at the end of the day or maybe I do! As a jobholder; there are nothing but the traffic light and the office hours in my whole calendar! I feel like a day labor in a corporate gesture; who can breaks brick all the day in a busy road with huge traffic. There are table and chair for my so-called social identity. How it will be addressed to the time if I experiment myself as a brick breaker for 30 minutes in a busy street!
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Biography
Jewel A Rob is a practicing multidisciplinary visual artist from Bangladesh. He was born in Dhaka, 27th September and accomplished his B.F.A & M.F.A on Drawing and Painting from faculty of Fine Art D.U. With his philosophy of magic realism he is working on various issues through different process. As an artist he works on community based projects such as #Stop_Genocide, Songlaap, Urban_Hour's, Native Myth, Khacar Biruddhe, Living Scarps etc. Jewel’s participation in recent exhibitions is 16th and 17th Asian Art Biennale Bangladesh include 19th & 20th Young Art Exhibition and 21st & 22nd National art Exhibition, Era etc. Various community based work came from the "Pixelation 3", “ERROR” & “Prantike Prakritojon” by Britto Art Trust, Crack International Art camp and performance art workshop "Explore The Body" by Samdani Art foundation 2015, KIPAF16, NPAF17, artist in residency in HH art space, Goa & Imago Mundi’s Golden Bengal series, Bengal foundation’s Performance art week etc. Recently he participated with his solo project in Venice International Performance Art Week, co-creation live art factory and “Expression Expedition” in Kathmandu, Nepal. He is the founder of Background Art Collective.
