Introduction
VII - XXV
Figure, tree & birds
1-10
Figure with animal head
11-20
Pear face figure
21-26
Erotic
27-32
Brush drawing
33-46
Group figures
47-52
A standing figure
53-56
Figure with many arms
57-62
Figure with many heads
63-70
Two figures
71-78
Face & figure
79-82
A dancing figure
83-88
Face
89-94
Circus
95-100

My art is my personal creative visual expression, with a concern creeping in.
I don't remember any signs, during my childhood, which could have definitely predicted my becoming a painter-sculptor. I was the youngest child in the family. I was a lonely child who had adjusted to aloofness, enjoying it and hating it alternately. Living in a house which was amidst a jungle (forest), about a kilometer from the road from where, I thought, the 'World' started. From the house, a pagdandi (pathway) led me through the jungle to the World and from the World to my house.

My first relationship in my life, outside my house, began with this jungle. I took the jungle in me through the window and from the terrace of my house. It tempted me and whenever I came out of my house, it engulfed me, as if to take the responsibility to prepare me to face the world. The jungle was never consistent in its behavior towards me - it changed its moods during the day and the behavior when seasons changed. The jungle (forest), sometimes let me feel its love, care and indulgence.

It provided me the cover of cool shade when I walked through it, returning from school in the hot summer afternoon - allowed me to explore it, let me climb the trees, pick flowers, listen to the conversations and the music of the birds. Sometimes the jungle taunted me, even scared me,- let a snake pass in front of me. It lengthened the shadows of the trees, allowed the howling wind pass through it, when I had to cross it at night to reach my house - But always in the end, asked the full moon to peep through the branches of the trees, slowed down the wind,- made a flower drop on my way - and guide me home on the 'pagdandi' (pathway). Somewhere, sometime during this relationship with the jungle, I think, the desire to express was born in me. I had no medium at my command to express and the urge got buried somewhere.

Amidst my relationship with the jungle, the world began to change very quickly. The country was partitioned. We fled leaving the jungle behind. I saw a group of people killing one helpless person.
I met people who had a compulsion for