In the following series of paintings I have tried to reflect the current political scenario of India.
I always thought of my home, Jammu, as a place of tolerance and tranquility. Not anymore.
Hyper-nationalism, cow vigilantism, anti-Romeo squads, communalism, rising fuel prices – there's an increasingly hostile chaos brewing in our country (and in our heads).
The moment art starts to persuade instead of inform the people, it risks turning into propaganda.
We can't expect radical societal change until we use our democratic right to vote and starting electing clean politicians without criminal pasts.
From Syrian atrocities to the raping of minors to everyday political moves that result in gross devastation, how do we address our own apathy in an increasingly disastrous world?
This poem uses the metaphor of the rapeseed plant to describe the atrocities in Unnao and Kathua.