Persis Chhapkhanawalla

Recluse, quiet, poet, a lover of music, I first picked up my paintbrushes when just a child. Later I picked up diplomas, jobs, responsibilities and the humdrum of a busy existence in India’s largest metropolis. But something kept drawing me to the warmth of those brushes against my fingers. When I returned to colours, I found that they had never left but, were infact quietly waiting for me. Mumbai’s seashores and green pockets remained alive and waiting on my empty canvases. Over the years, nature has become my muse, and colours, my closest friends. These are finicky things, I’ve learnt....
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