She will be with us till we continue looking for beauty. She took care of my son during the seven-day trip." —Alka Pande, art curatorIn 30 years of writing, I have come to learn that you can tell about an artist by the titles they use. What shocked and stirred them more was the horror and torment she went through just hours before her death. I would always remember her as an artist who was always open to experiment with a new idea and never shied away. Hema mothered him, changed his nappies, took him for swimming much to his joy and probably even taught him to take his first steps by resting his tiny feet on hers, taking long strides much to his delight as she held his arms tight.’ Even then, she surrendered herself to art and was completely focused. The details of her body being undressed and wrapped in plastic signifies a lot of hatred and viciousness. Close friends and associates of Hema share their memories about this amazing artist. She was very excited about the project and created a work using rice (her latest medium of art), themed around love. One of those artists who was always open for new ideas and challenging her artistic limits.   China cosmetic organizer  Manufacturers It was a normal winter weekend for the Indian art fraternity before news broke about the tragic death of artist Hema Upadhyay. I felt she was a thinking artist.

It was a normal winter weekend for the Indian art fraternity before news broke about the tragic death of artist Hema Upadhyay. Her first show was entitled "Sweet Sweat Memories" in 2001. — Roshni Vadehra, Vadehra art galleryI would call her an aggressive artist who had a zeal for profession.One word I would use for Hema is ‘warmth’. And in a time like this, one does not know how to react as one friend is no more and the other is in distress. In the early 2000s her works reflected on urban entropy through a feminist perspective by reconfiguring the genre of self-portraiture. Indian contemporary art has lost a genius with a beautiful soul. What also keeps coming back to me every time I think of her is the absolute love and joy with which she took care of my six- month-old son Angad when we had gone for an All Womens Art camp to Cambodia. She never let her personal turmoils dominate her life. It seems like yesterday when she expressed her interest to be present at the opening of Sensorium Fest at Sunaparanta, Goa starting on December 14. She was a gift to the contemporary Indian art and her death is deeply upsetting. She loved the use of metaphoric moods and alliterative terms, imagine calling a show "Mute Migration"! Although, her last show at Chemould in Mumbai was brilliant and full of irony, "Fish in a Dead Landscape" was a testimony to what man has done to the environment. We are trying to resolve the issue as amicably as possible. However, there was always an unsaid connect.