About Myself

Since my childhood I have playing with colours. Some times on paper, or on the wall, or on my note book, book cover, even on my things, leg, palm which my daughters too have inherited. That was the preparation ground, unknown to me to my becoming an artist. I enjoyed my summers by taking mud baths and on rainy days I enjoyed getting wet in rain on the way back home from school. My mother used to apply turmeric paste on our faces during the festival of Deepavali. While celebrating Holi, we used to play with colours by spraying them on each other using spray gun made out of bamboo. There are so many colours in nature. In my childhood days I used to make my own colour. With Alta, a vegetable dye, my mother used on her feet as the red colour for my painting, Indigo blue used for clothes would substitute for the blue, and then turmeric paste would be used as yellow. I had also discovered few crude methods of processing my paintings like using Wood apple gum for varnishing and Tamarind seeds as a colour binder.

I made nature my guru and though myself one of her most beloved students, I made the sky my limit so no body could stop me from doing my paintings, and at the same time, I decided my destiny - to become a painter. I was born in a rural village in Midnapore district of West Bengal. I have seen joy and sorrow, poverty, illiteracy and ignorance co-exist together, My untold pain gives me the strength to create my paintings, I have grown from my roots and its I could not forget my childhood days. The simple village life and its openness is still all over my mind. Rainy days in the paddy field, muddy path, water lilys, frog, thunder clouds and hundreds of white crane flying against the black clouds, Walking on the muddy path every step took me two steps forward. Every moment there was this need to create some thing new with colours and form. This spontaneous urge for thirty long years has made me fill all white canvas with my emotion.

I had left my village home when I was 19 years old for the metropolitan city - Calcutta. Where there is no end to the lanes after lanes. There is a lane inside a lane. Then, on Chowringhee road there is Government Art College, which has many well known teachers and artists, who I worked under as a student. There were more exposed to art before they joined the Art College. Anyway there was a long struggle to survive, with the thought that painting was my life and profession, and that there was no way other than to do or die. There was no money coming from my home, how would I survive? So many people survive on this earth why couldn't I? I was never frustrated. MY only hope was and still is, is that tomorrow will be better, and its really true, every tomorrow is better for me. Painting is my destiny and it's forever.

Also I am a home loving person, so both way, I have given importance to my painting as well as to my family, my pets, the birds, my plants, the trees, the planet earth, the stars, the galaxy and the universe. I am fortunate enough to be born on this earth as a human being. My heart is full of love and gratitude towards this Mother Earth.