Painting is just another way of keeping a diary.
Everyone's life is an epic, the memories of struggle, success, smiles, tears and relationships are added to the self
image of me and mine to harden our ego, and there is a constant struggle to keep this ego safe from eroding in the tough hands
of time. Giving these memories a form of image, color or even words, gives reality of the moment a longer shelf life, I like
PB Shelley's Ozymandias for the same reason ( Please correct me if I have understood this poem wrongly). Lucky are the people
who can store their memories as a painting, like my friends Priya and V.P.Vasuhan, we frindly call him Vasu) Today I went
to the opening of Vasu's Painting exhibition, with my friends, it was a great day for Vasu. I don't understand the much of
modern art, but the artists who were present told that his paintings are the reflections Indian subcontinent, and his struggles
in a big city. Thats V.P.Vasuhan, with his painting Dances with Rats.
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless
The hand that mocked them,
and the heart that fed,
- Ozymandias by PB Shelley.
09 sep 2006