In the molten golden hour, a row of Santhal tribeswomen dance in an open field. Arms interlocked, they bounce as one centipedal body to the beat of a dhol, cymbals, and a purring bamboo flute. The musicians wear flowers in their turbans, while the dancers don expressionless metallic masks that impart an otherworldly timbre to the pastoral scene.
Private spaces in public places.
The filmmaker tracks the development of his research-based cinema from evocations of childhood memory to adaptations of Indian paintings and literature.
Jeff Perrone chats with friend Roberto Juarez about his multi-paneled Indian-inspired ceramic and canvas paintings, and his struggle to find a niche as an “exotic structuralist” in the art world.