In these past few months we have been reeling under a shortage of currency in India. The Government said that it wanted to clean the system of black money that's why it demonitised 86 % of the currency in circulation in one night. The shortage has affected everyone, especially the poor who were hugely dependent on cash. The Prime Minister whose brainchild this ill-conceived plan is has been on a high since his November 8 announcement. He is also trying to write a new history of India where everything that's right with the country has its origin in him. People are unhappy, but the emperor is thrilled. I have called these pictures 'Midas' after the Greek king who was given a boon that whatever he touched would be turned to gold. And in his desire for gold and glory he went crazy turning everything and everyone into gold.
Then there came a time when he was the only one in his whole kingdom who was not made of gold.
Being as I have been these past few months--immersed in my 'Nature Squared' paintings--I decided to do something odd with myself. I decided to paint myself into a Christmas Tree. When I thought about this enterprise further I realised that being a tree was not new for me. I had been a tree in my first appearance on stage. It was for my Kindergarten school play. It was, of course, a non-speaking part. But I was thrilled to be dressed in a green shirt and green trousers, both specially tailored for me. It was I guess an early lesson in feeling how a tree feels: silent, resplendent and the envy of many.