These paintings are a map of emotions marking the landmarks of my life. The emotions that rained on a monsoon day, and like the monsoon rains, fed my mind and led me to the canvas. Rain can be gentle, and rain can be harsh. Rain can soothe, and rain can burn. Rain can be toxic, and rain can be life-giving.
These ideas rained on me for a season ending the drought that I thought had left me dry. And here, in these landmarks, you will see my journey in trying to find a balance in the relationship between body, mind, and soul. The patterns in some of my works are influenced by Thanka painting, a Tibetan art form that I learned from the Buddhist culture I grew up in. Painting is a form of meditation and I approach each canvas with a blank mind.
Perhaps the umbrellas grew from the need to be protected and the bulb as that symbol of hope. For we all need shelter and we all need hope, especially on a rainy, stormy night when we are lost in the dark, drenched and shivering from the cold. And there somewhere faraway, through the thick curtain of water, we spy, a light in a window, a house on a hill. We call upon the dwindling resources of our body to find that last bit of strength to make it so far, farther than we thought we ever could.