Serenity; oil on linen; 36” x 48”
Art is a portal to the soul, a connection to the divine in each of us. I draw and paint primarily in oils and watercolors. At times my art is a reflection of my life, my surroundings, and my culture. At others it explores the paradox of life, between duality and truth, fear and freedom. This exploration has nudged me into embracing other means of expression. I also create in encaustics and sculptures.
I love creating. My father's first question when he came home from work still echoes daily in my mind, "What did you make today, Satyavani?” My dad was my Google. He would access international libraries to introduce master artists from around the world and order supplies I needed. I copied and created art religiously. Having multiple passions, I choose science and graduated with masters in Cell and Molecular Biology and later switched to Software Engineering, all the while pursuing my art with equal vigor.
Once I married, art fell into a hobby. I had children and expressing my creativity took other forms, in cooking fine cuisine meals, baking grandiose cakes and decorating the house-making a home. When we moved to upstate New York in 2003, the breathtaking landscapes echoing the beauty of my childhood library tugged the artist in me. Another coincidence was my introduction to internationally renowned artist Tom Buechner. I joined his Friday live portrait painting sessions. This slowly restored my confidence as an artist.
One day, I was referencing my rather extensive home library for help with a problem at work. As I scored through rows and rows of art books it struck to me that maybe, just maybe, my calling was to be an artist. Not sure if this was a whim and not wanting to lose the security of a job, I decided to test it. I worked full time, came home, put my kids to bed and painted for 4 hours. Three months of 18 hour work days still left me wanting to paint. I quit my job and became a full time artist. I routinely sought out and trained myself under master artists. I was progressing as an artist but there was one catch. I was conflicted in my roles. Mom and wife overrode the artist.
One day I was talking to my dad on the phone, sharing his excitement and dreams. He had finally retired and was writing full time- a dream he always cherished. The future seemed bright, clear and cheerful. Three hours after our conversation, my dad passed away in his sleep. His death was shocking, devastating and forced me to look even more deeply into my life. For the first time in 20 years I choose to live my life equally as artist, mom and wife. I opened a studio and gallery on 215 West water street, Elmira, NY.