Reflections

Goodness only knows if posterity would ever knock at the door of my studio and were I to have started in the hope of expectation that this angel would notice me, I doubt that I would have done whatever I have. When you wait expectantly for a welcome guest, you cannot think of working. Maybe this attitude

Exhibition at Dhoomimal Gallery, 1979

These paintings were done over a period of a year. They have been in the studio, close to me and to each other.

A few painter friends have seen them as they grew, members of my family have looked at them as has the postman who always peeps in, the woman who cleans my studio and the carpenter who makes

Exhibition at The Leicester Galleries, London, 1960

Introduction

Although the painter in India today is preoccupied with many of the same problems with which his colleagues in the West struggles, and although he quite properly wishes his artwork to be accepted as that of an artist and not as an example of exotic birth, the actual cultural

To Rudolf von Leyden: A Letter out of Season

A 1/51 Panchsheel Enclave

New Delhi 110001, Tel: 6461132

Rudi,

It was you who did the writing while we waited to see what you had to say about us in your columns. In the early 1950s hardly any art was sold. Even your critical approval didn’t do much to convince people to buy, though they

Remembering S L Parasher

I need to but shut my eyes and he appears vividly, wearing a burgundy blazer, smiling gently and speaking softly. Unlike many with lesser achievements he was unaggressive and mild in his manner. This impression has remained with me ever since I met him in Lahore where he taught at the Mayo School of

Himmat Shah

It is difficult to fix Himmat in a category and this must perplex all those who want an instant definition which is an aid to our internal filing system. Himmat is an open sensibility, alert and sharp to the mystery that surrounds all things. Nothing is trivia, nothing is junk. His studio is a storehouse