Every work of art is the child of its age and, in many cases, the mother of our emotions.
A first encounter with any new phenomenon exercises immediately an impression on the soul.
Why can’t I stop painting my mother?
There is no God — only Truth
A painter of inner and outer worlds
What if you only painted bottles for your whole life?
The world isn't ready
How to paint music
Artist turns modernism into equal rights activism
A woman brings Indian tradition into modernism
A genius colorist fights schizophrenia
Ending a friendship over diagonal lines
The man who ate the world's art
The unblinking anxiety of modern life
Portrait Painter Extraordinaire