Why I Did MANGO ART
AS A CHILD GROWING up in Lucknow I was lucky to have been exposed to the whole cycle and drama of the mango season. How a hail storm in March had the power of devastating the soft mango flower. I remember my father teaching me how to identify different types of mangoes by their shape, colour, smell and size. However, my best memories are of sitting under mango trees in Malihabad and eating the awesome 'Dasheris' that had been steeped in buckets of cold water. It was this year when I began to think of my own childhood as a way of coping with the news that was full of horrific crimes against children. And I began to see the mango as a fruit that brings so much joy and happiness to everyone in the Indian subcontinent. It is a tender, seasonal fruit that is ironically ripened in the sweltering heat of the plains. It was then and there that a decision was made about doing a 'mango show' that would like the mango bring joy and happiness to those who viewed the works.
I hope you all enjoy my small tribute to the fruit that makes the Indian summer sweet and fragrant.