Folks,

With a heart rolling on canvas grass
And a history-fed, steroidal head
Prone to jumping over the fence,
I gratefully accept fate’s ordinance…

To compositional principles rethink,
To make sky, sea and natural elements
With human dimensions blend
Or explode in a sculpted, patterned sense.

‘Intriguing no end’ says professor emeritus, now friend.

Amitabh

Welcome!