Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Pilgrimage to Vaishnodevi

Painting on scrap plyboard

'Not a Triptych'

'These Lights'
"Inside water, a waterwheel turns.
A star circulates with the moon.
We live in the night ocean wondering,
What are these lights?"

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Sunday, December 4, 2011


Hasty charcoal sketches of a cold, foggy December night walk.

Through the night, I had Walter de la Mare’s poem, ‘Silver’, playing in my head like some haunting chant, and so it runs through these drawings as well.

I realise how incongruous some of the images are with the words scribbled across them. If you try very hard, they make… sense. Or perhaps they lend a hand in binding it all together?
I don’t know; I just drew what I saw.


Monday, October 17, 2011



Time affected
Nothing more than the colour of the sea
and the sky it reflected.

All the might and glory of the world lie at sea.

“The sea has many voices”
‘Sea howl’ and ‘sea yelp’… could conquer arrogance within seconds, and leave it battered like the crumbling wreckage of some gigantic ship. They could leave vanity dulled and blackened, abandoned on some sandy shore, lying by king Canute’s unfortunate crown.
At her end, Virginia Woolf had the right idea.