Meet the Mountain Man of India, Vinod Sharma. There probably isn’t an artist so much in love with his country’s landscape, more specifically its great chain of mountains as Sharma. Standing amidst his work is like experiencing a gust of fresh mountain air. You can feel the mist descend, you can feel the snow-capped mountains looking you back in the eye, and you can feel the chill of the semi-frozen lake atop a mountain range… The strokes, the illusion of depth and the play of colors are uncompromising and true to reality.
There is such silence in every scene. For a Delhi person who is always surrounded by so much sound, the stillness and silence in his works are stunning, refreshing and contrasting with his city’s very nature. That being said, his works are never a likeness of the original. They are all entirely abstracts but yet convey the reality and grandeur of the mountains in a very endearing and heart-warming way. Each of his works never fail to create a stir, a flutter in the heart, a yearning to stand long and still among the mountains from which the mist if continually lifting off and fall captive to its never ending charm.
Every mountain has a story to tell, in fact each have many stories to tell. His works are a pure celebration of the mountains and mountains alone. And his romance with the stately and silent sentries of the country haven’t lessened even a bit. His mountains are not all grey and sombre blue despite all the silence that is portrayed. They take deep lively colors. They live in the oranges, blues and greens he lavishly bathes them in.