My Daddy bought me my first easel and canvas for my fourteenth birthday. That’s when I made my first oil painting and around when they worried I was “too mature for my age…” Who knows what that ever meant?
I was just painting moods and rhythm…the flow of things I guess- it was all instinct- still is.
My affection for it fluctuated over the years, but is finally settled. I still enjoy the vibrant colours here…they’re still very me. I asked Karan last December what he thought it was and he said it’s like a jazzy musical afternoon…now it rests in his Dubai apartment.
It may come back someday…when I paint my last. And then the stories would have run their cycles…