Studio Notes
This space holds words that don’t always become paintings.
They are notes on living, noticing, and becoming — written slowly, without a brief.
A Special Edit. I had just moved to India from the US in 1989, and as a 6 year old, my first summer here felt almost unbearably hot. The kind…
A Special Edit. I’ve lived in this city for sixteen years. Long enough for its name to stop feeling like a label and start feeling like a sound my life…
To quote from the movie ‘Inception’, it was just like a dream — wherein we can’t quite remember how it all started — how we got there in the first…
I recently decided it was time to make some changes to the way I work — the way I have been working since the last 7–8 years. I felt that…
Marriage, the necessary and rightful happy ending to any love story as most of us are led to believe throughout our teens and as we head into our own. Essentially…
A few days a ago, a close friend, asked me how it felt to live now that Baba (my father) has passed away. For the uninitiated, my father — Prabhakar…