
“A space where his imagination had soared boundlessly for decades now seemed to envelope him in a protective, nurturing embrace of familiarity and solace.
Not unexpectedly, my father’s deteriorating health also reflected in the state of the studio as all attention has shifted from the space to the man who occupied it.
Indeed so intimately were they conjoined that it was inconceivable that one could thrive while the other was withering away. It was only appropriate that he breathed his last on 10th December 2007 in his studio – the perfect script.”





