I like to create - and see - art that rekindles a light-hearted feeling of happy days - a music you once heard and will again, just around the sunlit bend.

I recently took a closer look at the work I've done so far and it seems to me that the human figure predominates in my work. I wouldn't say realistic, but not completely abstract either. I have done very little completely abstract work, in the sense of only color arrangements. Often, if I'm veering that way, I seem to veer right around and produce a human being.

It is sometimes rather maddening and frustrating, not being able to move away from painting figures - any kind - how come I don't see anything else? - why not a tree or a house or something? - no, it has to be a figure, or I can't rest easy. Maybe at some later point I'll move on. I'm already making the effort. I don't want to keep painting - however well or otherwise - within the same boundaries.

Painting, I think, is about extending boundaries, not playing it safe. And, so, of course, is life. I don't want to wake up one morning, ninety and half gone, with a 'Played it Safe' certificate hanging on my wall. No, I would rather be a sprightly ninety, with much still yet to come, the sort of lovely old person that young people converge around, if not for the pearls of wisdom, atleast for the flourishing wit.

'I paint because I'm angst-ridden and anti-social, with a peculiar view of the world, and the white surface of the canvas maddens, distracts, obsesses me to such an extent that I find myself moved by a powerful hidden force to splatter it with paint'.

Well, actually, the more prosaic truth is - 'I paint because the materials were there and I thought, well, let's give old Van Gogh a run for his talent.'

Of course, that's not the whole prosaic truth either.

I analyzed my mind the other day. I sat down and turned on the music and tried really hard to plumb mental depths hitherto unplumbed. Then it came to me - not from the mysterious deep, but from the shallow surface - the best and simplest reason for practising art. It was the song that was playing that lit the bulb - 'I get a kick out of you'.

My method of working is rather simple too. I apply color - lots of color - to surface, make sure I make a fine mess, and then I look at the mess for a long time and slowly sense begins to emerge from the reigning chaos. I follow it and the painting takes its own shape until at some point a balance is reached and a voice inside says, alright, that's it, stop, and I stop, and the painting is done.

Since art and life are inextricably entwined, this is the story of my life as well.