Memories

Change is constant but yet something needs to be constant - is Philip’s artistic statement. Edging closer to nature and the bygone his work offers an experience of a gentle walk in the village, full of vibrancy. Nothing is fully defined or even suggestive, or it may even elude interpretation.  But the delicate charm and subtle beauty of the paintings, leave a feeling of something timeless, a record of the bygone from where the present stems and the future derives. Philips art trajectory is in fact an entry into the nostalgia. The modern world’s craze for gizmos and an almost impossible life of wired quagmire, such artistic glimpses offer an escape to the comfort zones of the past. This deep human yearning is always present in everyone and offers solace in times dilemmas of existence. Lost childhood, warmth of mother’s embrace, a favourite tree, an evening by the riverside, first love or first tastes refuse to leave till the end. No

Live in present... Paint the past! ...for what? For self happiness But... that colouring is for future as well, for colouring future becomes a page of history!  A renowned economist and writer Dr. Narendra Jadhav says, “Future never forgives, those who forget the past.”  It is true and is acceptable to the creative mind like mine. It is my innate character to go deep down nostalgia and paint those memories. That is why I could create art till now. There is no dotage, neither for childhood memories nor for enrapturing their ambience. All my childhood memories are sketched in the diary as if each creation depicts a page of my reminiscence. I have preserved ‘Myself’ and have let ‘Myself’ to wander with self-contentment in it. Sometimes on earth and in the sky, In the midst of flora or even on the back of the buffalo, As if I had wings of mind to fly... My mind opens out to life and my perception let my hand to create ar

Culture Preservation  is one of my oldest collection and was exhibited on 31st August 1993. This elder series depicts deep meticulous memories... Ancient homes! Frames of doors, windows and  varandas swings, frames of grandmother and  grandfather. their silent and subtle expressions, the homely sentiments attached to them, arrested  my thoughts and inspire me... I tried to release my creative energy through  my paintings. Bygone days! dying culture! you can visualize  milkman of vasai and the ancient  homes through canvas. Oh! why! is the presentation of their culture heritage necessary? I asked myself. My soul stirred and said. Yes!... for the future generation! the future is nothing but the reflections of the past.

Folded pages... as we unfold ... T his is a sweet fragrance of childhood memories, There is a storm of recollection they are truly my folded pages it is a simple endeavour to unfold the folded memories of childhood... Some are stuck up in the well of agony, Some are shattered... Some are full of stains of innocent selfishness, I place before you... To weave the thread of enriching childhood days, You may share my agony... But you will surely feel liberated... To unfolded the folded experiences of my soul before you.. Is only an excuse.. The truth is I eagerly crave for a meeting with you... So that you may speak to me in the language of silent colors and patterns... Let us explore the folded pages unfolded pages unfold gather them in a sweet moment of togetherness..