Preema’s Visionary Panache

Vision in art presents tons of doors and windows to perceive an artwork. Certainly, aesthetic images are beyond language. Thereby such images connect the viewers with the visions glittering—as if soul speaking to thousands eyes. Here, language becomes a mere body. Such visions portrayed in the artworks of the contemporary visual art maestro Nazia Andaleeb Preema have the potential to scream-andwhisper which make the art-connoisseurs wonder: images have lives, souls, and visions – as if complete living beings.

Nazia Andaleeb Preema’s visions on the series entitled ‘Staring Women’, ‘Concept of Modern Radha’, ‘Cosmopolitan Women’ and ‘Storytelling’ pave a carnival art ground. Her lyrical tones united with multi-layer narratives give birth to never-dead-ideas, juxtaposed with conflicting surreal imageries, rooted in the context of South Asian subcontinent leading to universal appeal. Thus, her visions speak, “Vini Vidi Vici”.

Preema’s creative endeavors produce tactile effects with intellectual visions. The play that runs on mind-stage connect, disconnect, and reconnect the viewers with the surrounding society. Her artworks appear as flashes of imageries produced inside our conscious and subconscious minds. Such scattered images are pictured through many of her surreal mixed media presentations. Though they seem chaotic like postmodern plot, the works seem to have wings of Icarus which never fall, rather they fly from one soul to others, one vision to another’s.

Preema’s ideas, indeed, break taboos centered on hegemonic gender roles.-at-the same time, they open the eyes to have glimpses towards newer visions, to know the self and the soul. Through tales, her palette offers.

Preema’s artworks: the body that includes: text, colours, subject-object, raise numerous questions. But the subtext—the soul of her images: those blank tiny spots on the canvases, on the pages—shoot the answer in many of her visionary artworks how women still rise.

And here Maya Angelou’s verses might be well-suited: “Just like moons and like suns, with the certainty of tides, just like hopes springing high, still I’ll rise … You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I’ll rise.”