Each one of us wants to express our thoughts and feelings through available outlets. But the catharsis is not easy. So, while a scribe uses his pen and an activist chooses the street corners, the man on the street goes to a theatre and steps into the shoes of the silver screen protagonist to relive his dreams.

For an artist the canvas becomes the combat zone and the brushes his weapons. There he struggles to fight his battle, there he protests, there he leaves his small signature of presence as a thinking human being. There also he expresses his pains of confinement. My works are essentially a repertoire of those anxious feelings dammed by the invisible borders in our life. My paintings have been influenced by Cubism. But then my paintings are not strictly geometrical. Each shape and form in my canvas is confined by a black border. The black borders are not intentional. They came to me naturally as I later discovered. They are not just a way of painting but they are the boundaries of our existence, hibernating in the subconscious: the boundaries of our society, the country, and the whole world. And to relate those to my life, they are the boundaries of my own life--they are the physical, social, educational, cultural and financial limitations in which I function since childhood; they are the limitations of me the painter. I could not cross those barriers till date but now I definitely can share them with others.
So I live in deep anxiety and that perhaps is reflective of my works. They are like portents of our future as we see them in our present. They are the uncertainties and anguishes of our times. They are my tribute to difficult human existence, the social malaise that shape our being and inspire an artist to paint reality.