When I try giving you a picture of the artist in me, I have to look back into the past and then sort of glimpse where the future is, ferreting out links, finding connecting strands. 

Much earlier I was content to converse in English, Hindi, Bengali (my mother tongue), Management Courses, creativity workshops, communication modules…. but for years now my dialogue with the world is incomplete without greeting it in colour!

In fact my entire need for expression, for engaging the world in meaningful conversation has coalesced into my canvasses, a perfect conduit between me and you - the viewer, the other artist, who completes the painting.

Images on canvas are nothing by themselves, if not coaxed, cajoled into telling more – what happened before? what enters later ?……. the viewer wanting to complete the script because the moment painted touches a chord somewhere, or seems simply too fascinating!  In varying decibels I hear the world around me and store morsels for conversation at opportune moments, much like talking to a lover or friend - aware of the intricacies, though never quite as planned, just perfect. Moods of course get reflected like the sky on the ocean, and when I start a conversation on canvas, it depicts a certain mood.

Innocence is one of them. As are darker shades and anger too.

Innocence is the fountainhead of inspiration, the source of all creation.

Else, why would a temporary, transient world be so breath-takingly beautiful, so lovingly created? Why would a river flow the way it does, a mountain so lofty and majestic?

Surely, somewhere someone was naïve enough to dream up all this beauty, this bounty……

Fleeting, evanescent, effervescent, innocence comes and goes, tantalising with possibilities, sometimes just out of reach. And it does create a mood.

See it reflected in the blues merging into yellows leaving green in your mind’s eye, or a baby bear watching a jungle show of course there’s more, come share it. 

‘Innocence’

Not an incandescent joy

but rare glimpses into a

land of light

and hope - innocence;

her ethereal muse,

her myriad hues

colouring

laughter, beauty, joy

and pain

on clay, clime

cloth,

even the mundane;

transforming it

into timeslessness;

even as the world advances

accusing

“Foolish, naïve……..”

sobriquets

to still

her playful game!

Innocence -

Glistening,
Glowing,
Like drops of dew
On sun scorched pavements;

Or vanishing
Into oblivion
like dreams
On a dawn-pinked sky…..

But not before
Touching our hearts
With laughter and joy

Making us beautiful.