Telling a tale I don’t know of.


Let go. Let go. Let go. I did just that. No rules, no imagery just the subconscious guiding the fingers, just nothing, may be not even my subconscious. There are things which just happen sometimes, and one may never know why. A few things which I may not even care if they look good or not. That’s not the purpose. Its like talking to yourself through a canvas. If you know what I mean.

I may never put it up for public viewing, in a gallery or I just may. I don’t know why but after doing this I am still struggling to come back.




No amount of painting by me or anybody can ever do justice to the most beautiful of God’s creation. Woman. The source of mystery, wisdom , strength and so much more.

I painted it over a mix of loud heavy metal, rock and roll, Guns and Roses, Nirvana, The Doors and liters of coffee. While writing this Osho comes to my mind who said

“‎One of the deepest feminine pleasures is when a man stands full, present, and unreactive in the midst of his woman’s emotional storms. When he stays present with her, and loves her through the layers of wildness and closure, then she feels his trust-ability, and she can relax…”.


A tribute to greed peddlers.


For Whom

“Global warming is happening now. The planet’s temperature is rising. The trend is clear and unmistakable.

Every one of the past 40 years has been warmer than the 20th century average. 2016 was the hottest year on record. The 12 warmest years on record have all occurred since 1998. 

Globally, the average surface temperature has increased more than one degree Fahrenheit since the late 1800s. Most of that increase has occurred over just the past three decades.”

Source courtesy:

“2008 Financial crisis”

Source courtesy: Holier than thou greed ridden financial system.

The list can go on and on.

I pay my humble tribute to the greed vendors, through my work. I wonder what business do the child of the future have to look up in hope to the hand that provides, when all it can do is peddle poison.

(Pun is intended).




Varanasi has a soul to itself. And most ancient cities have but there is something different to this city or town or whatever one might muse it to be. Spend some time on the Ghats and you will realize that there are some feelings you just can’t express in words. I came across this man sitting and just gazing into infinity. Just watching him can send you into a state of Mesmer, and I thought I have to somehow capture the stare, that look. The strength which a man’s eyes may or may not elude. But then constitute the whole of humanity in its stare.

And thus I painted, The ‘ArdhBhaag’.

The healing balm of illusion



I was reading a book while painting this particular painting, .i.e.,  in betweens, and by saying in betweens I mean to say that as with a lot of crazy people like me when they get into this creative cloud, it gets so difficult to get out till you are done with whatever it was that you intended creating, and thus all those in between things like a cup of coffee or an odd book happen to be within the vicinity of that cloud, the result which that cloud is producing and the sights, smells sounds and whatever else it involves.

The book was ‘The Birth of Tragedy’ by Friedrich Nietzsche. In that absent minded stupor I was in, a para struck me and I share,

” Must we not suppose that the highest and indeed the truly serious task of art – to save the eye from gazing into the horrors of night and to deliver the subject by the healing balm of illusion from the spasms of the agitation of the will………… ”

Well the brilliance of the way it was said shook me. I made myself some more coffee and sat, and this time with closed eyes and thought to myself, that if my mind takes a journey into the recent past maybe the last fifty years, how much art would really fit into that category.

“to deliver the subject by the healing balm of illusion from the spasms of the agitation of the will…………”.

As my espresso kicked in I came back to my own cloud and hoped that I am doing justice to those words.