My Grandfather is an artist. During my child hood his studio at the far end of the big hall of our ancestral home was my favorite place to spend time. I loved watching him paint; the precision of strokes, blending of colors, the smell of paint and the painting itself. Now at 83, he still manages to put in long hours. That is dedication.
I was back at my home after a week at Ernakulam and went to see his recent works. Thats him explaining the story behind one of those. You can see some of his works in the background.