Come to Thee was made a long long time back, probably one of my first organised paintings with proper materials and techniques. I do not know its dimensions and dont want to either.
This perhaps is the only painting that involved me right from the beginning. From cutting out the wooden board, fixing and preparing the canvas, to painting it in best oils and hanging it on the wall. Everything in one evening, in one go – in a frenzy. What a soul lifting experience it was.
Its a beautiful memoir that hangs on my walls that keeps reminding me to the trials and tribulations that one goes through in life.
Come to Thee was made in the era when my easel was a washing machine that had the right bends and grooves to hold this bespoke canvas steady. Those were the lovely days.
It now hangs on the walls not only because it goes well with the sights and sounds that surround my home but because it keeps reminding me of the lovely life that went by… which only gets better with every passing day.