" To paint appearences is to miss out on inner kernel of the world. Increasingly the commercial industrial thought and technologies h...
I publish my new book on art of India and Europe. the book published by Studio Vasant New Delhi is soon to be available in leading bookshop...
Nora welcomed by Baljit S Chadha at Viktor Vijay's latest solo CHANCON Art--a new path in Indian modern art.
African Mona Lisa oil on canvas viktor vijay (1997) Mona Lisa does not smile anymore Excerpts from the...
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Even at such a young age I looked for answers to human pain suffering and diabolism. How could two coexist, I asked? I was introduced to reading by grandma. I would visit libraries and read books. When I read Jatak Kathas about Buddha's previous births, I found light. In each of his previous births he sacrificed to help others live and flourish. His happiness was to be giving, to be compassionate. I grew up with two worlds around me. A world in which people gave, shared, loved and another when people hated, fought, and killed. But then all of us still live in such a world.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
O Surya with the golden hair, ascend for us day after day, still bringing purer innocence---Rig Veda
"Give me a magic wand, a life divine! It is for eternity that I pine!"
"I painted warm sunshine that matures the grapes, I painted the blue skies that put me in travel of spaces infinite, I painted the rainbows that dazzle the soul in joys, I painted the cuckoo that sings in the spring of love, I painted the laughter of children that stamps the life with innocence, I painted the vales where eternal day light resides, I painted the night which exotic mysteries in its heart hides, I painted the moon that in love grows and in separation subsides, I painted the winds that bring the sandal of eternity, I painted the speck of dust that carries the infinite, I painted the flowers that for fragrance of beauty strive. I painted love, I painted life and I painted eternity that beyond time arrives.
I painted the rough harsh craters of human misery for in them will bloom the little flowers of love that still is alive in sleepy corners of our soul. I painted the pain for out of it will grow new songs. I painted the waste land for new citadels will be founded on it. I painted greed, for the liberal bounty of God will grow in us like the munificence of warm rays of morning sun. I painted the tears for we will realise the value of these sparkling diamonds, to light our souls."