Re-affirmations
Yesterday was a warm Sunday spent with family. The day started beautifully. I went for a walk in the morning. Watched the sky, dreamt a little, thought about life and towards the end of that walk, touched/connected with a part…
Yesterday was a warm Sunday spent with family. The day started beautifully. I went for a walk in the morning. Watched the sky, dreamt a little, thought about life and towards the end of that walk, touched/connected with a part…
It’s been a while since I posted any art work. A lot has been happening in life and it’s been keeping me very busy. I have been working on a series of large canvases for a show to happen later…
I get a truck load of mail on whether I take art classes/ teach art. Sadly, I don’t. I think I lack the patience to teach painting. About eight years ago I did teach history for a year in…

I think the team at ‘Good Homes‘ like their birthday gift from last year. They are still playing with it – one year after the event!! Now if I could just figure out the secret to the continued interest. Would…
I am fearless because I choose to be. This painting is done in acrylics on canvas and is approx. 2.5 x 5 feet. The painting was a response to a particularly angry moment for me. A moment in which a…

Literally. I actually did make/paint this cover 🙂 The Good Homes December 2012 issue celebrates everything that is art! To commemorate this special issue they asked three artists – Nilofer Suleman, Viveek Sharma and me 🙂 to paint what a…
This commission is a birthday gift for my dear friend Roopa Pai‘s father-in- law. She asked me to paint his old school lunch box with images that define him. I wish I had thought to take a before picture. Completely…

I had the absolute best time at a Bloggers lunch hosted by the entire team of Good Homes Magazine on 29th August 2012. The venue was the Jamawar at the Leela Palace Hotel in Bangalore and the food was par…
I have been going through a major churn in my head these last few months. There is so much to do and not enough time. When there is time, I am torn in too many directions. In the hope of…