Today my wife Suchitra’s Art Exhibition opens in Mumbai. I have watched her start painting less than a year ago, and being absolutely obsessed by it. Something like 76 oils on canvas in the first 10 days. Or something ridiculous like that. It’s crazy, but then so is the creative urge.
I came back to Mumbai to lend support to her. I like her paintings. Not all, but most. They have a certain raw quality to them. You can see the struggle of the raw artists. They are devoid of the ruthlessness and boredom of technique and experience. They feel like the awkwardness of first love.
I am glad I am here. My presence gave her exhibition some good coverage. The press in India always goes a little mad when I am here. They believe I accomplish a lot more than I actually do when I am abroad. One day they will catch on, and I will no longer be a headline magnet. But it is all in good faith, and I love them really.
There are ‘newspaper wars’ going on in Mumbai. Pretty incestious really, for everyone worked with or for each other at one time. Rather like politics, really.