The canvas is a harlequinade of color. Like a Sunday fete, full of clowns and costume and celebration, jostling for attention - gaiety and, somewhere, melancholy, are here.

For Achutan, painting is not a dialogue, not a conversation, but a communion with color. Sometimes a battle. From early expressionist journeys he comes to this tranquil, deep sense of joy in light and color in itself. Celebratory, and the canvas throbs and is alive with the joyous, riotous spread of color. Melancholic sometimes, even tragic - and color sweeps across the canvas like wind and rain lashing the landscape, eroding it into a strange and wondrous new world of beauty. Sometimes a symphony, sometimes a shrie...