Behind the canvas

We rush headlong through a whirlwind of modern technology, a pace so relentless it steals our very capacity for pause. We cannot bear to look back, to offer a moment of sympathy, to truly feel for the one who once held us close. But has the thought ever chilled us—what happens when the years carve deep lines of emaciation into our faces, when cruel illness strips every last vestige of our former glory? How then will we stand, a ghost in a world that rushes past, and what will

From my perspective, the true intention of an artist extends beyond merely creating something driven by their personal emotions or thoughts. Unless a creation conveys a profound meaning, transcending a superficial desire, an artwork remains merely a showpiece intended for entertainment. Previously, one of my paintings was utilized in the recovery of mental health patients in the Texas area. My artwork is currently involved in the therapeutic recovery of Alzheimer’s patients i

Sometimes, the past I left behind makes me nostalgic, and my soul yearns to return to those heavenly chapters of life that we left behind.  The vast, open blue sky, the endless greenery of the pastures, the flower-like innocence of rural inhabitants, and the motherly nature of Bengal are now being wiped out with the modern inevitability of development. Those innocent, calming moments of the past are now in Sepia, and we framed them to rescue from the harshness of modernism. O