I am a multidisciplinary artist-poet whose work moves between painting, poetry, philosophy, and creative exploration. As a current member of the Kerala Lalita Kala Akademi, I continue to engage with art as a space for reflection, dialogue, and inner discovery.
I am in a process called life
what else is there
some call it art
what I erase speaks loudest
I am a multidisciplinary artist-poet whose work moves between painting, poetry, philosophy, and creative exploration. As a current member of the Kerala Lalita Kala Akademi, I continue to engage with art as a space for reflection, dialogue, and inner discovery.
Where movement pauses:
colour speaks
Where we respect lines :
Unearth hearts
Sit with joy
The Stillness Project aims to support efforts to help children gain a deep understanding of the ecosystem in which they live; develop a sense of wonder, respect and empathy for everything that is part of that ecosystem – the earth, plants, animals, and people – and to instill creativity and compassion into their daily lives.
In an age where many of the old ways are dying and values eroded-much like the top soil- it is hoped that this project will help arrest this trend, and perhaps resurrect these at least in the hearts and minds of the next generation.
where the brush pauses:
colour thinks in words
One feels art and beauty is not required because one is so identified with the ugliness, with the pain, the suffering that’s all around. Denying art, one is not going to make any contribution towards the betterment of mankind. I understand where Aristotle came from when he said that all artists should be banned. It is the perception that creates the separation- that artists live in a world of their own, in their own ivory towers. Not advocating ivory towers nor advocating insensitivity. An artist is an artist because he is sensitive. But the way you choose to use your sensitivity is the problem. If directed within to understand the dynamics of your own self, before you preach to the rest of the world you might be of some help to somebody. Otherwise it’s a case of the blind leading the blind.
Where time pauses:
Words speak
You listen
My living room is from where I watch and I hear
the rain drenched, head bowed, fetal earth.
A siren of cricket song in ecstasy emanates from her,
her sighs punctuated with two little bird tweets
and a frog croak.
