Whenever I pick up my colors, I don’t just paint, I play with the colors in such a way that anyone who looks at them feels like they are reading a story. With every painting of mine, the signature style of an abstract art evolves. I work with acrylics in a heavy impasto technique that has been compared to Jackson Pollock’s “drip painting” or “action painting”. Like Pollock, I spread my canvas on the floor and compose with my masterful strokes in multiple layers and deliberate consideration of color composition. There are rhythm and symmetry between my brushstrokes, dripping, and pouring. With all joyfulness of my youth, a magical world is revealed. Whenever I do my drip painting, I look at the world in a different manner. Sometimes a blissful moment opens a window, showcasing a world of colors. The world that is beyond the thoughts of shapes and sizes; a world bursting out with colors. One color gets mixed with another and becomes the third one. At times, it becomes a color that even I can’t name. It is that color from beyond the window and I keep staring at it till it disappears and yet makes sense to me. The world beyond that window where colors appear and disappear makes me feel delighted. Those colors, I can’t get them off my mind and when they get down on my canvas; the world calls that my painting. People compare my paintings and say that I have a ‘signature style’. But for me, it’s just a beautiful feeling. That is why the best moment for me is when I paint and lose myself in it. I also feel very good when people praise me for my work.