Danasegar’s prodigious talent, handsome features and enigmatic traits cast him in an archetypal mould. Charming yet intense, he appears to be a victim of his own ability, cursed to transcribe the glorious yet incessant demands of his muse.

Danasegar’s ability conjures a palpable climate, one is naturally cast under the spell of his creative spark, kindling in oneself the irresistible urge to go beyond the realms of the familiar and to trust to the un-nerving but thrilling abyss-like state his brush is able to summon. Such is the need for the aspiring artist to come into touch with the ember of a Danasegar.

An extensive range of self-portraits appear to be a touchstone, narcissistic and indulgent he is not; the introversion of self-portraits have provided many of the great masters insight into their unfolding condition, captured within the annals of their brushstrokes. Danasegar’s presence, not unlike an unsheathed sword, indicates the depth of his introversion, his emotional fabric, apparently bereft of a protective veil, demonstrating the measure of surrender and commitment to his art and his attempt at capturing the immeasurable.

A subject closest to his heart, his sister, appears to provide succor amidst a maelstrom of introversion. Solitarily and peacefully contemplative, she is a picture of modesty. Her unassuming glance, whether greeting the onlooker or cast afar, appears in absolute contrast to his own piercing gaze which follows you around the room without relent. His intimate range of portraits, set amidst familiar surroundings, transcends the familiar. Enveloped within a surrealistic and ethereal climate in which abundant symbolism and imagery exudes an intricate and poetic fabric. Breaking new ground while sustaining threads with images such as a paper airplane, conveying some secret message, yet flying beyond our reach. There are some secrets we are never meant to know…