Why I Paint with Oils?

Would you like to know why I paint with oil paints?
Where does this profound need originate?

My love for oil painting goes back to my childhood, (My dad's acquaintance was an artist. I was savouring those rare occasions when we visited his workshop.) when the smell of paints and turpentine felt almost magical, like stepping into an ecstatic
fairy tale. That distinct aroma, a mix of linseed oil and turpentine, made me feel like some secret alchemy was happening every time I picked up a brush.

Starting Over, Holding On

Years passed as I moved to Canada and started life over from scratch, pouring my energy into my family and children. For a long time, there just wasn’t enough time or space for painting.

However, that intense need to paint never subsided. It led to what I call my third — and most significant — rebirth, a transformation that’s still unfolding and shaping who I am.

Healing, One Brushstroke at a Time

What really pushed me back to the canvas was the need to ease my inner pain — the kind we all face, with the ups and downs life throws at us.

Sometimes you look at the sky with a simple question: "Why, my Lord, do you send all of this to me?"

Painting doesn't just make me happy; it brings me immense joy. It's my way of letting my inner world breathe, and sharing my emotions with anyone who looks at my work. I'm still amazed by how influential art can be — how it can carry beauty, hope, and comfort to anyone willing to see it.