IN 1989 I completed a series of nine pencil drawings, accompanied by 10 sets of draft verses, and called them The Refugee Child. They are about the aftermath of a battle during the
WHEN Stephen Menon asked me if I wanted to take part in “The Truth Untold” (read here and here), an exhibition featuring Tamil calligraphy, I jumped at the opportunity. It would be a
I HAVE NOT started in earnest to sell what I have produced; I am still figuring out what this art ecosystem is all about; its stakeholders, and their roles and interests – as lover
MY MEMORIES of Free School would ebb over time, I had thought. They might indeed have, but for a chance occurrence in 2015 that brought a lot, and more, gushing back. After that
FOR my first solo in October 2022, I had to make a last-minute decision to place “Not for sale” tags on three 3ft x 4ft pieces. It was an expensive but neccesary move.