one of us wants to express our thoughts and feelings through
available outlets. But the catharsis is not easy. So, while
a scribe uses his pen and an activist chooses the street corners,
the man on the street goes to a theatre and steps into the
shoes of the silver screen protagonist to relive his dreams.
an artist the canvas becomes the combat zone and the brushes
his weapons. There he struggles to fight his battle, there
he protests, there he leaves his small signature of presence
as a thinking human being. There also he expresses his pains
of confinement. My works are essentially a repertoire of those
anxious feelings dammed by the invisible borders in our life.
My paintings have been influenced by Cubism. But then my paintings
are not strictly geometrical. Each shape and form in my canvas
is confined by a black border. The black borders are not intentional.
They came to me naturally as I later discovered. They are
not just a way of painting but they are the boundaries of
our existence, hibernating in the subconscious: the boundaries
of our society, the country, and the whole world. And to relate
those to my life, they are the boundaries of my own life--they
are the physical, social, educational, cultural and financial
limitations in which I function since childhood; they are
the limitations of me the painter. I could not cross those
barriers till date but now I definitely can share them with
I live in deep anxiety and that perhaps is reflective of my
works. They are like portents of our future as we see them
in our present. They are the uncertainties and anguishes of
our times. They are my tribute to difficult human existence,
the social malaise that shape our being and inspire an artist
to paint reality.