Roads have
turned to swamps
and rivers.
But we are clever,
we jump over ditches,
and have learnt to balance ourselves on narrow trails.
We walk.
We wade.
We swim.
We reach home and we forget.

UNTITLED (acrylic on paper)

UNTITLED (acrylic on paper)

UNTITLED (acrylic on paper)

UNTITLED (acrylic on canvas)

AT THE POND (acrylic on canvas)

VOYAGE (acrylic on canvas)

Untitled (Summer), acrylic on paper

"The Bride", acrylic on paper

Prince Siddartha and The Swan acrylic on paper

detail of my new "Descent of Ganga"

Geet Govinda acrylic on canvas

"Picking Tea Leaves", acrylic on paper

The Devotee, acrylic on paper

Getting back to the blog after such a long time. So many things have changed and I don't know where to start. And yet so many things are still the same..... like the fact that I still search for myself with my art. What am I searching for? I don't know. Perhaps if i did, I would stop painting.