The Stone Hinge Once upon a time there was a boy who worked tirelessly so his art could keep pace with his ever-wandering heart Prasun Chaudhuri | | Published 17.01.21, 01:33 AM
The ground-floor studio in central Calcutta where I am meeting sculptor Chitta Dey is anyway very small. Moreover, it is cramped with sculptures, canvases, framed paintings, easels, paints and paintbrushes. The man himself is sitting at a drawing board with sketches strewn all over amoeba, starfish, corals, snails, worms, snakes, birds, dinosaurs. “All these will eventually turn into sculptures on the hills,” explains Dey. He is 64 and bursting with a creative restlessness, which means a permanent state of dislocation. He is sometimes in Calcutta, sometimes in Bansitanr village near Puru