Last year, Meera Mukherjee found her ultimate freedom in crossing the line. She is no more with us, but her spirit lives on. To those who knew her, she was a woman so strong and giving, she could only inspire respect and love. Trained in India and Germany, the artist worked in bronze, using the cire perdu or lost wax process, creating works of magical beauty. Meeradi, as she was fondly called, lived and breathed her convictions. Her personal life was unfettered. Her work, an affirmation of her deep kinship with the people of the soil and an astonishing link with the mysteries of the universe.

Moving through slush and jungle, Meera Mukherjee journeyed as a recorder-scribe, archetypal apprentice, master sculptor and free-spirited questor, investigating and recording the metalcraft traditions of the subcontinent. It took her deep into India’s hinterland, its tribal tracts, remote villages and urban centres where archaic technologies continue to be used by generations of artisans, essentially artists of great skill and technical knowledge.