"Suffused with Cezanne-like still life and images of potters at work, especially the weary, skillful hands that lovingly, spontaneously shape raw earth into little, wondrous artifacts, Mati Manas comes across as a tribute to the dignity and grace of human labour. Perhaps more importantly, Kaul’s return-to-zero film unveils a society where people’s relationship to art is still habitual and tactile, a pre-reflective, non-reductive, phenomenological way of experiencing art that stands in opposition to modern, appropriative, optical approaches – a split that is reflected in the chasm between how ancient pottery is exhibited in museums and sketched in textbooks as icons of heritage and triumph of archaeology and how it might have been perceived by people of its time."—The Seventh Art
A 90 minute film about Indian clay pots and figures with a colour palette of mainly grey, brown and cream may not sound very exciting. But set time aside for quiet contemplation, and the shadows, elegant gliding camera and mix of sounds, thoughts and verses may seep into your soul for a deeply rewarding experience.