My Work Is Not About My Life

One Of The Great Currents In The Contemporary Experience Of Art Is That It Seems To Come Out Of The Experience Of The Author.

One Can Hardly Be Indian And Not Know That Almost Every Accent, Which Hand You Eat Your Food With, Has Some Deeper Symbolic Truth, Reality.

Red, Of Course, Is The Colour Of The Interior Of Our Bodies. In A Way It's Inside Out, Red.

That Freedom That Picasso Afforded Himself, To Be An Artist In A Huge Number Of Ways, Seems To Be A Huge Psychological Liberation.

Maybe The Way We Have Learned To Look Has Changed In The Last 25 Years, And The Exotic Is Much More Acceptable. There Are Many Artists Now, Younger Artists, Who Work Out Of The Exotic