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2025 

WHEN LIGHT

TOUCHES

When light touches, vulnerability is shown,

The pain we hide, the wounds we own.

When light touches everything glows,

Scars heal and hurting slows.  

When light touches, cold skin feels warm,

A calming glow in the storm at dawn.

In dusk it lingers, soft yet whole,

A balm that mends the aching soul.

It streams on mist and lifts in the air,

Shadows stay yet brightness there.

Through the crevices hope will stream,

Breathing life into every dream.

Curator's Note

When Light Touches: Paintings by Dr. Zirak Marker
Nikhil Purohit, Arts Administrator, Art Writer

Dr. Zirak Marker’s paintings emerge from a place where inner weather meets outer landscape. As a psychiatrist, Marker carries the unseen weight of the emotional worlds entrusted to him the traumas, ruptures, and unspoken griefs of the patients he counsels. These works surface as quiet memoirs of that psychological labour, translating the turbulence of human suffering into meditative skies, drifting seas, towering mountains, and fields of dissolving colour.

 

The series “Duende” on display are immense abstracted visuals bearing the anchor of boats as a metaphor, perhaps to the artist's own presence within the picture frame. The extending mountains, dissolving horizons, and the elusive colours, bring about a distant yet strong resonance to the Baroque paintings. A reference that could be prominently absorbed through the aesthetics of church paintings, hinting at the glowing illuminations ushering the departure of pain with the touch of light. 

 

The exhibition’s title, When Light Touches, captures the core of Marker’s practice: the belief that illumination, whether emotional or literal, can soften what hurts, warm what has gone cold, and reveal the possibility of healing even in the darkest crevices. His accompanying poem distils this ethos with a rare clarity, reminding us that light does not erase the shadow; it gives it context, contour, and a way forward.

These paintings are less about landscape and more about interior topographies—maps of psychological weather shaped by empathy, fatigue, hope, and the quiet insistence to continue. Marker paints not to escape the wounds he witnesses, but to acknowledge them, absorb them, and allow light to do its patient work.


Marker’s oeuvre carries echoes of Turner’s diffused atmospheres, Monet’s dissolving blooms, and Rothko’s colour-soaked thresholds, references not worn as influence but absorbed as emotional vocabulary. A colourist at heart, he uses gradients, mists, and veils of pigment to create liminal zones where the eye and mind can rest. Ships appear often, drifting without anchor: metaphors for fragility, for lives caught between despair and direction. Dusky, haunted skies press inward with uncanny force, while mountains, gentle nods to Bob Ross’s calming painterly presence, rise as anchors of stability and quiet ascent.

In these canvases, the storm does not vanish. But when light touches, it becomes bearable.

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