Almost two years ago, my son finished high school and left town to join college in New
York City. My wife and I are both physicians and were busy during the day, however,
the evenings and weekends were no longer occupied with games, recitals, tuition and
PTO meetings. We suddenly realized that we had a lot of time in our hands. My wife
had heard about my drawings during high school. However, following high school,
I joined medical school and one thing led to another, and my interest in art seemed
forgotten. However, seeing my restlessness after our son left for college, my wife gifted
me with a set of classes at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston. The classes unleashed
the passion for painting that had lain dormant within me for so long. I came home and
started to paint with an urgency that was first bewildering. As the canvases piled, my
strokes with the brush and the palette knife became more assured and more expressive.
I experimented constantly. With every painting, there was a sense of coming home, and
with every painting completed, my individual style emerged just a little more.
My wife was by my side through these years; she encouraged me but also mercilessly
critiqued me. She accompanied me to museums in Boston, Paris, Vienna, New York,
Madrid and Mumbai. Painting was now a passion and an addiction. I poured over
countless art pages on the internet. I visited visual art galleries hosted by Google. I
painted every single day.
My initial paintings were strong brush strokes on canvas with oil. After seeing hundreds
of paintings, I was impressed with texture. To me they brought life to the painting. I
loved landscapes but tired of conventional shades and colors. A very realistic painting
to me was like a photograph. I wanted a painting to look and feel like a painting. That
is when I started using coats of paint with the palette knife and thick brush strokes. My
wife, my constant companion, would take pictures of scenery near our home on her
iPhone; we would come home and I would paint. My initial paintings were scenes from
the New England area. Later, I painted scenes from places to which we had traveled. I
painted everything, from scenes of Prague in the rain, windmills in La Mancha, the Seine
at night in Paris, and the peaks of Meteora in Greece.
My work has been exhibited at galleries in Boston, Providence, New York City and California and online galleries as well. I have won several awards over the past few years. I work at the Sudbury location of Emerson Hospital.