Canvas Tales by Sudhir

Canvas Tales by Sudhir Freelance Artist | DU Fine Arts Graduate | Retired Assistant Chief Designer, BSCIC.

A space to share my artworks, creative journey, and lifelong passion for art. 🎨✨

āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŦāĻžāϏāĻžāϰ āϰāϙ⧇ āφāρāĻ•āĻž āĻāĻ• āĻ…āύāĻ¨ā§āϤ āĻ¸ā§āĻŽā§ƒāϤāĻŋ     đŸŒŋâ¤ī¸đŸŒŋâ¤ī¸đŸŒŋâ¤ī¸đŸŒŋâ¤ī¸đŸŒŋâ¤ī¸đŸŒŋâ¤ī¸đŸŒŋâ¤ī¸đŸŒŋâ¤ī¸đŸŒŋāĻ•āĻ–āύāĻ“ āĻ•āĻ–āύāĻ“ āĻāĻ•āϟāĻŋ āĻ›āĻŦāĻŋ āĻļ⧁āϧ⧁ āϰāĻ‚-āϤ⧁āϞāĻŋāϰ āϏ⧃āĻˇā§āϟāĻŋ āύāϝāĻŧ--āĻāϟāĻŋ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻ“āĻ ...
02/08/2026

āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŦāĻžāϏāĻžāϰ āϰāϙ⧇ āφāρāĻ•āĻž āĻāĻ• āĻ…āύāĻ¨ā§āϤ āĻ¸ā§āĻŽā§ƒāϤāĻŋ đŸŒŋâ¤ī¸đŸŒŋâ¤ī¸đŸŒŋâ¤ī¸đŸŒŋâ¤ī¸đŸŒŋâ¤ī¸đŸŒŋâ¤ī¸đŸŒŋâ¤ī¸đŸŒŋâ¤ī¸đŸŒŋ

āĻ•āĻ–āύāĻ“ āĻ•āĻ–āύāĻ“ āĻāĻ•āϟāĻŋ āĻ›āĻŦāĻŋ āĻļ⧁āϧ⧁ āϰāĻ‚-āϤ⧁āϞāĻŋāϰ āϏ⧃āĻˇā§āϟāĻŋ āύāϝāĻŧ--āĻāϟāĻŋ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻ“āϠ⧇ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŦāĻžāϏāĻžāϰ āĻ­āĻžāώāĻž, āĻ¸ā§āĻŽā§ƒāϤāĻŋāϰ āφāĻļā§āϰāϝāĻŧ, āφāϰ āĻāĻ•āϏāĻ™ā§āϗ⧇ āĻĒāĻĨāϚāϞāĻžāϰ āύ⧀āϰāĻŦ āϏāĻžāĻ•ā§āώ⧀āĨ¤

āϏāĻŋāĻĄāύāĻŋāϰ La Perouse-āĻāϰ āϏāĻŽā§āĻĻā§āϰāĻĒāĻžā§œā§‡āϰ āϏ⧇āχ āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¸ā§āĻŽāϝāĻŧāĻ•āϰ āϏ⧌āĻ¨ā§āĻĻāĻ°ā§āϝ⧇āϰ āĻŽāĻžāĻā§‡ āĻĻāĻžāρāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āφāĻ›āĻŋ āφāĻŽāĻŋāĨ¤ āφāϰ āϏ⧇āχ āĻŽā§āĻšā§‚āĻ°ā§āϤāϟāĻŋāϕ⧇ āϚāĻŋāϰāĻ¸ā§āĻĨāĻžāϝāĻŧā§€ āĻ•āϰ⧇ āϤ⧁āϞ⧇āϛ⧇ āϏ⧁āϧ⧀āϰ āĻĻāĻ¤ā§āϤ⧇āϰ āϤ⧁āϞāĻŋāϰ āĻ¸ā§āĻĒāĻ°ā§āĻļāĨ¤ āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻļ⧁āϧ⧁ āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĒā§āϰāϤāĻŋāĻ•ā§ƒāϤāĻŋ āφāρāϕ⧇āύāύāĻŋ; āĻāρāϕ⧇āϛ⧇āύ āφāĻŽāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻāĻ•āϏāĻ™ā§āϗ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻž āφāĻ•āĻžāĻļ, āϏāĻŽā§āĻĻā§āϰ, āĻŦāĻžāϤāĻžāϏ āφāϰ āĻ…āϏāĻ‚āĻ–ā§āϝ āĻ…āύ⧁āĻšā§āϚāĻžāϰāĻŋāϤ āĻ…āύ⧁āĻ­ā§‚āϤāĻŋāĨ¤

āĻāχ āĻ›āĻŦāĻŋāϟāĻŋāϰ āĻĻāĻŋāϕ⧇ āϤāĻžāĻ•āĻžāϞ⧇ āĻŽāύ⧇ āĻšāϝāĻŧ, āϏāĻŽāϝāĻŧ āĻĨ⧇āĻŽā§‡ āϗ⧇āϛ⧇āĨ¤ āĻĸ⧇āω āφāϜāĻ“ āĻāĻ•āχ āϏ⧁āϰ⧇ āĻ—āĻžāύ āĻ—āĻžāϝāĻŧ, āĻŦāĻžāϤāĻžāϏ āφāϜāĻ“ āϞāĻžāϞ āĻĒā§‹āĻļāĻžāϕ⧇āϰ āφāρāϚāϞ āωāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āϝāĻŧ, āφāϰ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŦāĻžāϏāĻž āφāϜāĻ“ āĻāĻ•āχ āϰāĻ•āĻŽ āωāĻœā§āĻœā§āĻŦāϞāĨ¤

āĻāĻ•āϜāύ āĻļāĻŋāĻ˛ā§āĻĒā§€āϰ āĻ•āĻžāϛ⧇ āĻ•ā§āϝāĻžāύāĻ­āĻžāϏ āĻšāϝāĻŧāϤ⧋ āĻāĻ•āϟāĻŋ āĻŽāĻžāĻ§ā§āϝāĻŽ, āĻ•āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁ āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻ•āĻžāϛ⧇ āĻāχ āĻ•ā§āϝāĻžāύāĻ­āĻžāϏ⧇ āϧāϰāĻž āφāϛ⧇ āφāĻŽāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻœā§€āĻŦāύ⧇āϰ āĻāĻ• āϟ⧁āĻ•āϰ⧋ āĻ…āĻŽā§‚āĻ˛ā§āϝ āĻ¸ā§āĻŽā§ƒāϤāĻŋāĨ¤

āĻļāĻŋāĻ˛ā§āĻĒā§€: āϏ⧁āϧ⧀āϰ āĻĻāĻ¤ā§āϤ â¤ī¸
āϝ⧇āĻ–āĻžāύ⧇ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŦāĻžāϏāĻž āϰāϙ⧇ āĻŽāĻŋāĻļ⧇ āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ, āφāϰ āĻ¸ā§āĻŽā§ƒāϤāĻŋ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻ“āϠ⧇ āĻ…āύāĻ¨ā§āϤāĨ¤

āύ⧀āϞ āϜāϞ⧇āϰ āύ⧀āϰāĻŦāϤāĻž (āĻ›āĻŦāĻŋ āĻ…āĻŦāϞāĻŽā§āĻŦāύ⧇)āĻ¸ā§āĻĨāĻŋāϰ āϜāϞ⧇āϰ āĻŦ⧁āϕ⧇āϰ āϭ⧇āϤāϰāφāĻ•āĻžāĻļ āύ⧇āĻŽā§‡ āφāϏ⧇ āϧ⧀āϰ⧇,āĻŽā§‡āĻ˜ā§‡āϰāĻž āϝ⧇āύ āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻĒā§āύ āĻŦā§‹āύ⧇āύ⧀āϞ āϰāϙ⧇āϰāχ āĻ—āĻ­ā§€āϰ āύ⧀āĻĄāĻŧ⧇āĨ¤āĻĻ⧁āϟāĻŋ āύ⧌...
30/07/2026

āύ⧀āϞ āϜāϞ⧇āϰ āύ⧀āϰāĻŦāϤāĻž
(āĻ›āĻŦāĻŋ āĻ…āĻŦāϞāĻŽā§āĻŦāύ⧇)

āĻ¸ā§āĻĨāĻŋāϰ āϜāϞ⧇āϰ āĻŦ⧁āϕ⧇āϰ āϭ⧇āϤāϰ
āφāĻ•āĻžāĻļ āύ⧇āĻŽā§‡ āφāϏ⧇ āϧ⧀āϰ⧇,
āĻŽā§‡āĻ˜ā§‡āϰāĻž āϝ⧇āύ āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻĒā§āύ āĻŦā§‹āύ⧇
āύ⧀āϞ āϰāϙ⧇āϰāχ āĻ—āĻ­ā§€āϰ āύ⧀āĻĄāĻŧ⧇āĨ¤

āĻĻ⧁āϟāĻŋ āύ⧌āĻ•āĻž āĻĒāĻžāĻļāĻžāĻĒāĻžāĻļāĻŋ,
āϤāĻŦ⧁ āĻ•āϤ āĻĻā§‚āϰ⧇āϰ āĻ­āĻžāώāĻž,
āύāĻŋāσāĻļāĻŦā§āĻĻ⧇ āϤāĻžāϰāĻž āĻŦāϞ⧇ āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ
āĻ…āĻĒ⧇āĻ•ā§āώāĻžāχ āĻĒā§āϰ⧇āĻŽā§‡āϰ āφāĻļāĻžāĨ¤

āϤ⧀āϰ⧇āϰ āĻ—āĻžāϛ⧇āϰ āϏāĻŦ⧁āϜ āĻ›āĻžāϝāĻŧāĻž
āϜāϞāϰāĻ™ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇ āϭ⧇āϏ⧇ āϰāϝāĻŧ,
āĻŦāĻžāϤāĻžāϏ āϝ⧇āύ āĻĨ⧇āĻŽā§‡ āĻ—āĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇
āϏāĻŽāϝāĻŧ⧇āϰāχ āĻ—āĻžāύāϟāĻŋ āĻ•āϝāĻŧāĨ¤

āϕ⧋āύ⧋ āĻĸ⧇āω āύ⧇āχ, āϤāĻŦ⧁ āϜāϞ⧇
āĻœā§€āĻŦāύ⧇āϰāχ āĻ¸ā§āĻĒāĻ¨ā§āĻĻāύ āĻŦāĻžāĻœā§‡;
āϝ⧇ āĻļāĻžāĻ¨ā§āϤāĻŋ āϖ⧁āρāϜāĻŋ āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āϤāϰ⧇,
āϏ⧇-āχ āĻŦ⧁āĻāĻŋ āĻāχ āĻĻ⧃āĻļā§āϝ āϏāĻžāĻœā§‡āĨ¤

āĻāχ āϤ⧋ āĻœā§€āĻŦāύ,
āϕ⧋āϞāĻžāĻšāϞ⧇āϰ āĻŦāĻžāχāϰ⧇ āϕ⧋āĻĨāĻžāĻ“
āĻāĻ• āϟ⧁āĻ•āϰ⧋ āύ⧀āϞ āύāĻŋāĻ°ā§āϜāύāϤāĻž;
āϝ⧇āĻ–āĻžāύ⧇ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώ āύāĻŋāĻœā§‡āϕ⧇āχ āϖ⧁āρāĻœā§‡ āĻĒāĻžāϝāĻŧ
āϜāϞ⧇āϰ āφāϝāĻŧāύāĻžāϝāĻŧ,
āφāĻ•āĻžāĻļ⧇āϰ āĻĒā§āϰāϤāĻŋāĻšā§āĻ›āĻŦāĻŋāϤ⧇,
āφāϰ āύ⧀āϰāĻŦāϤāĻžāϰ āĻ…āϏ⧀āĻŽ āĻ—āĻ­ā§€āϰāϤāĻžāϝāĻŧāĨ¤

— āύāĻŽāĻŋāϤāĻž āϚ⧌āϧ⧁āϰ⧀
ā§Šā§Ļ āϜ⧁āϞāĻžāχ, ⧍ā§Ļ⧍ā§Ŧ

The Silence of Blue Waters

(Inspired by the Painting)

Within the breast of still waters,
the sky descends in quiet grace;
clouds seem to weave their dreams
into a deep blue sanctuary.

Two boats rest side by side,
yet speak in distant tongues.
In silence they whisper
that waiting itself is love's enduring hope.

The green shadows of the trees
float like watercolours upon the stream;
even the breeze seems to pause,
allowing time to sing its own song.

There are no waves,
yet the pulse of life echoes through the water.
The peace we seek within ourselves
appears to have found its home in this tranquil scene.

Such is life—
beyond the clamour of the world,
there exists a fragment of blue solitude,
where one discovers oneself
in the mirror of the water,
in the reflection of the sky,
and in the boundless depth of silence.

— Namita Chowdhury
30 July 2026
https://suno.com/s/w2QirATHdjfCu5Pm

āĻŦā§āĻ˛ā§āϝāĻžāĻ• āĻšā§‹āϞ----🔘----āφāϞ⧋āϰāĻ“ āϝ⧇āĻ–āĻžāύ⧇ āĻĢ⧁āϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ āĻĒāĻĨ,āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āϧāĻ•āĻžāϰ āϞ⧇āϖ⧇ āύ⧀āϰāĻŦāϤāĻžāϰ āĻļāĻĒāĻĨāĨ¤āύāĻ•ā§āώāĻ¤ā§āϰ⧇āϰāĻžāĻ“ āĻĨ⧇āĻŽā§‡ āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ āĻāĻ•āĻĻāĻŋāύ,āϏāĻŽāϝāĻŧ⧇āϰ āĻŦ⧁āϕ⧇āĻ“ āĻĒāĻĄāĻŧ⧇ ...
25/07/2026

āĻŦā§āĻ˛ā§āϝāĻžāĻ• āĻšā§‹āϞ
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āφāϞ⧋āϰāĻ“ āϝ⧇āĻ–āĻžāύ⧇ āĻĢ⧁āϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ āĻĒāĻĨ,
āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āϧāĻ•āĻžāϰ āϞ⧇āϖ⧇ āύ⧀āϰāĻŦāϤāĻžāϰ āĻļāĻĒāĻĨāĨ¤
āύāĻ•ā§āώāĻ¤ā§āϰ⧇āϰāĻžāĻ“ āĻĨ⧇āĻŽā§‡ āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ āĻāĻ•āĻĻāĻŋāύ,
āϏāĻŽāϝāĻŧ⧇āϰ āĻŦ⧁āϕ⧇āĻ“ āĻĒāĻĄāĻŧ⧇ āĻ—āĻ­ā§€āϰ āĻ‹āĻŖāĨ¤

āĻ…āĻĻ⧃āĻļā§āϝ āϟāĻžāύ⧇ āĻĄāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻ…āύāĻ¨ā§āϤ āĻ—āĻšā§āĻŦāϰ,
āĻĢāĻŋāϰ⧇ āφāϏ⧇ āύāĻž āϕ⧇āω āĻĒ⧇āϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āϏ⧇ āĻĒā§āϰāĻšāϰāĨ¤
āϝāĻž āĻ•āĻŋāϛ⧁ āĻ•āĻžāϛ⧇ āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ, āĻšāĻžāϰāĻžāϝāĻŧ āĻĒāϰāĻŋāϚāϝāĻŧ,
āĻļā§‚āĻ¨ā§āϝ⧇āϰ āĻ—āĻ­ā§€āϰ⧇ āĻŽāĻŋāĻļ⧇ āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ āύāĻŋāĻ°ā§āĻ­āϝāĻŧ⧇āĨ¤

āϤāĻŦ⧁ āĻ āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āϧāĻ•āĻžāϰ āĻļ⧁āϧ⧁āχ āύāϝāĻŧ āĻ•ā§āώāϝāĻŧ,
āĻ…āϜāĻžāύāĻžāϰ āϭ⧇āϤāϰ⧇ āύāϤ⧁āύ āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¸ā§āĻŽāϝāĻŧāĨ¤
āĻŦā§āĻ˛ā§āϝāĻžāĻ• āĻšā§‹āϞ āϝ⧇āύ āĻŽāĻšāĻžāĻ•āĻžāϞ⧇āϰ āĻĻā§āĻŦāĻžāϰ,
āĻĒā§āϰāĻļā§āύ⧇āϰāχ āĻ—āĻ­ā§€āϰ⧇ āϞ⧁āĻ•āĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āωāĻ¤ā§āϤāϰāĨ¤

āĻŦā§āĻ˛ā§āϝāĻžāĻ• āĻšā§‹āϞ āϕ⧋āύ⧋ āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āϧāĻ•āĻžāϰ āύāϝāĻŧ āĻļ⧁āϧ⧁,
āĻŽāĻšāĻžāĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āĻŦ⧇āϰ āύ⧀āϰāĻŦāϤāĻŽ āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋāϤāĻž--āĻ…āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻž, āĻ…āύāĻ¨ā§āϤ, āĻ…āĻŦā§āϝāĻ•ā§āϤ āϰ⧂āĻĒ⧇ āϏāĻĻāĻž āϜāĻžāĻ—ā§āϰāϤāĨ¤

âœī¸āĻ•āϞāĻŽā§‡: āύāĻŽāĻŋāϤāĻž āϚ⧌āϧ⧁āϰ⧀
ā§¨ā§ŠāϜ⧁āϞāĻžāχ,⧍ā§Ļ⧍ā§ŦāχāĻ‚

Black Hole
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Where even light loses its way,
Darkness writes a silent vow to stay.
Stars too come to a halt one day,
And time itself bears a debt along the way.

An unseen force calls from the endless abyss,
No one returns beyond that mysterious mist.
Whatever draws near loses its identity,
Merging fearlessly into the depths of infinity.

Yet this darkness is not merely decay,
Within the unknown lies a wonder-filled array.
A black hole is like the gateway of time,
Where answers hide in questions sublime.

A black hole is not just darkness alone,
It is the universe’s quietest poem—
An unseen, eternal, and unspoken form,
Forever awake beyond the cosmic storm.

âœī¸ Written by: Namita Chowdhury
23 July, 2026

āĻļāĻžāĻĒāϞāĻžāϰ āϭ⧇āϤāϰ āĻāĻ•āϟāĻŋ āĻĻ⧇āĻļ---------------------------āϜāϞ āφāĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻ•āĻ–āύāĻ“ āĻĄāĻžāϕ⧇ āύāĻž,āϤāĻŦ⧁ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āύ⧇āĻŽā§‡ āϝāĻžāĻ‡â€”āĻšāĻžāρāϟ⧁āϏāĻŽāĻžāύ āχāϤāĻŋāĻšāĻžāϏ⧇āĨ¤āĻļāĻžāĻĒāϞāĻžāϗ⧁āϞ⧋ āϤ⧁āϞ⧇ āύ...
26/06/2026

āĻļāĻžāĻĒāϞāĻžāϰ āϭ⧇āϤāϰ āĻāĻ•āϟāĻŋ āĻĻ⧇āĻļ
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āϜāϞ āφāĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻ•āĻ–āύāĻ“ āĻĄāĻžāϕ⧇ āύāĻž,
āϤāĻŦ⧁ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āύ⧇āĻŽā§‡ āϝāĻžāĻ‡â€”
āĻšāĻžāρāϟ⧁āϏāĻŽāĻžāύ āχāϤāĻŋāĻšāĻžāϏ⧇āĨ¤

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āĻĢ⧁āϞ āϭ⧇āĻŦ⧇ āύāϝāĻŧ,
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âœī¸ āϞ⧇āĻ–āĻŋāĻ•āĻž: āύāĻŽāĻŋāϤāĻž āϚ⧌āϧ⧁āϰ⧀
⧍ā§Ŧ/ā§Ļā§Ŧ/⧍ā§Ļ⧍ā§Ŧ

A Country Within the Water Lily
-------------------------------------

Water never calls me,
yet I step into it—
into history that reaches my knees.

One by one, I gather the water lilies,
not as flowers,
but as dreams that refused to drown.

Upon my red sari
lingers the colour of dusk,
while my fingers cradle
the soft dialect of a river-born land.

This wetland knows—
the identity of a nation
is not always written on a flag;
sometimes it floats
on the petals of a water lily,
in the silent eyes of a Bengali woman.

When I turn to leave,
the lake still holds me—
within the memory of its waters,
within the unspoken language of green leaves.

The national flower of Bangladesh
is still more than just a blossom;
it is an everlasting homecoming—
to the soil, the people, and to love.

Through the gentle strokes of Sudhir Dutta's brush,
this water-lily-filled landscape seems to whisper once more—
Bengal is eternal in its beauty.

âœī¸ Author: Namita Chowdhury
26 June 2026

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21/06/2026

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— āĻ…āĻ¸ā§āĻŸā§āϰ⧇āϞāĻŋ⧟āĻžāϰ āĻŽā§āϝāĻžāύāϞāĻŋ āĻŦāĻŋāĻšā§‡āϰ āĻāĻ• āĻŽā§‹āĻšāĻŽā§Ÿ āϏāĻ¨ā§āĻ§ā§āϝāĻžāĻĒā§‚āĻ°ā§āĻŦ āĻļāĻžāĻ¨ā§āϤ āϏ⧌āĻ¨ā§āĻĻāĻ°ā§āϝāϕ⧇ āϧāĻžāϰāĻŖ āĻ•āϰ⧇ āĻ āϚāĻŋāĻ¤ā§āϰāĻ•āĻ°ā§āĻŽ āĻāρāϕ⧇āϛ⧇āύ āϏ⧁āϧ⧀āϰ āĻĻāĻ¤ā§āϤāĨ¤ đŸŒŠđŸ•Šī¸âœ¨

Light and Shadow at Manly Beach

— Namita Chowdhury
21 June 2026

Just before dusk, Manly Beach slowly transforms into a dream painted in delicate watercolours.

Across the endless blue sky, a few white wings glide freely, writing untold poems upon the wind.

The ocean whispers in its eternal language—stories of returning, and the quiet art of letting go.

Upon the sandy shore, people's shadows grow longer than themselves, stretching like time, like memories.

Somewhere, a child builds a tiny world with handfuls of sand; elsewhere, two souls silently share the fading light of the day.

The waves arrive, the waves retreat—yet they leave behind smiles, footprints, and countless unspoken stories.

As the golden glow of late afternoon gently joins hands with the lengthening shadows, it becomes impossible not to believe—

This world is truly beautiful, if only we have two eyes willing to see it with wonder.

And from that wonder, touched by an artist's brush, is born—

"Light and Shadow at Manly Beach."

This painting, capturing the tranquil enchantment of an evening at Australia's Manly Beach, was created by artist Sudhir Dutta. đŸŒŠđŸ•Šī¸âœ¨

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10/06/2026

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āĻāĻ•āϜāύ āĻļāĻŋāĻ˛ā§āĻĒā§€āϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āφāϰ⧇āĻ•āϜāύ āĻŽāĻšāĻžāύ āĻļāĻŋāĻ˛ā§āĻĒā§€āϰ āϏ⧃āĻˇā§āϟāĻŋāϝāĻžāĻ¤ā§āϰāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻ•āĻžāĻ› āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻž āϏāĻŦāϏāĻŽā§Ÿāχ āĻŦāĻŋāĻļ⧇āώāĨ¤

Place: National Gallery of Victoria (NGV), Melbourne, Australia
đŸ–ŧī¸ The Picasso Century | ā§§ā§Ļ āϜ⧁āύ – ⧝ āĻ…āĻ•ā§āĻŸā§‹āĻŦāϰ ⧍ā§Ļ⧍⧍
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October 2022 a memory to hold close.

Artist Sudhir Kumar Datta at NGV Melbourne, visiting The Picasso Century, a beautiful exhibition celebrating the life, art and influence of Pablo Picasso.

Standing before works and memories connected to Picasso’s world, Woman in an Armchair, Man with a Guitar, The Frugal Meal, Weeping Woman, Portrait of Jacqueline and The Dove of Peace, it was not just a gallery visit, but a quiet moment of inspiration.

For an artist, seeing another great artist’s journey up close is always special.
Some memories stay like framed paintings in the heart.

📍 NGV International, Melbourne
đŸ–ŧī¸ The Picasso Century | 10 June – 9 October 2022

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A proud moment from 2014 at Dhaka Art Centre, an inspiring gathering of artists and admirers.

Among those present were renowned artist Shahabuddin Ahmed, who in the same year was honoured with the "Knight in the Order of Arts and Letters" by the Ministry of Culture and Communication of France, former U.S. Ambassador to Bangladesh Mr. Dan Mozena, and other distinguished artists.

Mr. Dan Mozena other honourable artists graciously praised the exceptional talent and artistic vision of artist Sudhir Kumar Datta, making it a truly special recognition.

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