There is nothing on earth more giving, forgiving and comforting than trees. Mother, Nourisher, and Keeper – trees are our faith in life, the life we breathe, the life we need, and the love we feel.

Parched in Plenty - Oil on Canvas

Parched in Plenty grew out of its own free will, on my barren landscape – the blank canvas. 

Today, a dead tree was born in a peaceful forest against the balmy sky. A silent silhouette grew midst hurried strokes of verdant green and turquoise blues.

Though the painting was done now, its seed was sown centuries back. The plumule rose in poise to become my parent, friend, and healer. 

Food for my body to refuge to my soul… the tree gave me all that I ever needed. Today, the lone tree stands on the brink of time - tall, stoic and unbowed.

Against the problem of plenty stands this lone tree.
My tree.
The one who held me for eternity.

Is it alone, desolate or merry?
Alive, half dead, or living within?
Who can tell?

Nameless and Faceless - Acrylic Media on Paper

This painting, Nameless and Faceless, has been inspired by a photo I had seen long time back. Though I remember nothing more than that, something about it stayed on for long… its form, colors, composition and the whole emotion that it conveyed; I have tried to convey the same with a palette knife. I could never come with a name for this painting for I can never justifiy it enough. So for now it remains, Nameless and Faceless.

I would be glad if I can see that inspiring photograph once again and also get to meet the person behind it who got so many things right in a single frame.

This is one of my favorite paintings with shades of blue, browns, ochre, indigoes and black. The subject and the composition may be cliched but the knife strokes are not. For me, these are the soul behind every painting  as the emotion laden strokes can never be copied or reproduced. I think thats the beauty of any original painting and that you cannot really reproduce any work of art. And if you do, it is like a beautiful body without the soul.

My friends always complain about the dark nature of my paintings. They always ask me if I can come up with something happier. I think these paintings are just another way of celebrating life. And I do not find anything dark or depressing about them.

There seems to be more joy in these deeper shades and hues.

Impressionist Oil Painting "Deep Rooted" in Oil Media

Inspired by one of my favorite artist, Carol, and consumed by my own unwritten guide, “Deep Rooted” was born.

It all happens when you get restless. All you need are few tubes of colors, brushes or knives and a canvas to sate. This painting was done one fine afternoon when there was many other pressing things to do. But it had to sprout. Else, nothing else could have been possible.

Deep Rooted (12 x 12) in oils, is now hung to dry.