Pawan Sharma’s work reads like a visual puzzle. It’s whimsical and lightly absurd. His semi-figurative language folds the imagined into the everyday, where dreams take shape.
In a time full of symbols and humour, Untitled (16) seems like a derivative of the recently viral meme on ‘aura farming’. Sharma let the work drift between internet parody and quiet surrealism. Like a Rorschach, it reflects what the viewer brings.
At one glance, it feels tender. The presence of children and flowers—recurring elements in Pawan Sharma’s works—serve as quiet markers of care, of a world still attuned to fragility, play, and the delicate force of innocence.
For young collectors drawn to pop-cultural references, and a certain meme-age surrealism—still looking for depth, ambiguity, and slow abstraction—this is a place to pause. Pawan Sharma’s works hold both: the lightness of recognition and the quiet pull of something more enduring.