The Story Behind the Canvas
As a child, I was always that kid—the one who took drawing class seriously while everyone else treated it like a break . While my classmates fooled around, I slipped into a quiet world of lines and colours. Drawing felt effortless, instinctive—like something I didn’t learn but simply remembered.In school and college , it was more of sketching , doodling , cartooning and oil pastels .
But the actual exploration began only in my early twenties, and it opened an entirely new dimension for me. I was in Mumbai for work, staying with a cousin. Her husband was an artist, and one evening we decided to paint together. He handed me a canvas that already had a base coat, and for the first time, I painted on canvas. That was my initiation into oil paints. .
It gave me a taste but despite the obvious attraction, I simply dabbled with the medium on whims and sporadically. It took me another twenty years before I realized this was not just something I wanted to play around with—this was my inner calling. A kind of love I had never known before.
Even in the span of those twenty years, I did create a huge mass of art, but only in my forties can I honestly vow my commitment to this craft and declare this a union—a marriage that will last this lifetime.
How Art Found Me
One night, I simply couldn’t sleep.
A strange restlessness took over me—something heavy, and urgent. I paced up and down my room but I couldn’t articulate my feelings .
There were no brushes at home that night. No canvas. Nothing that would qualify as “proper” art material , But there were paints . Yes …
On an impulse , I dipped my hands into whatever colours I had and splattered the ceiling—raw, instinctive, unfiltered.
No technique. No plan. Just truth.
And in that moment, when the colours exploded above me, there was an undeniable release a deep sense of peace.
That was a turning point , the day I finally understood what art meant to me.
It wasn’t a skill.
It wasn’t a hobby.
It was expression. It was freedom. It was my way of being.
Today, my art holds many moods at once: mystical yet modern, abstract yet intimate, sometimes quirky, sometimes spiritual. I create to bring harmony and joy, to translate energy into form, to let colours carry the whispers of the unseen. Whether it’s a commissioned piece or a spontaneous abstract, each canvas is a dialogue between emotion and intuition.
For me, art isn’t just something to look at—it’s something to feel. And in sharing it, I hope you find a little piece of yourself in it too.