My hands are smeared with paint…

Drying and chipping paint that once spoke of poverty that compels mothers

to deprive children of their birthright of childhood…

Even today, around the wrinkled body of my beloved India,

Reverberates cries of ' Give us this day…'

But pseudo-shelters rumble again, as mother earth squirms underfoot, unashamed…

Yet again, with faltering steps, I dance around my own space, my canvas…

Because the cities where I now dwell have failed to feel that dance of vibrant life

which can still thrive amidst natural or man-made calamities…

I would rather go out and match steps with that strife…

I would rather dance to the rhythm of threatened existence…

To that rustic rhythm of life…

After all, if God created man in his image,

man too has created God in his vision, in varied forms and situations.

And I have seen, with faith, how God becomes human.

That's how in making music of harsh reality or of veiled fantasy,

I have danced around man, sculpting his joy and sorrow, his pain and pleasure,

his faith and folly…his struggle and serenity…

That's how, I could look at a cowherd boy playing the flute as though he is

Lord Krishna in disguise…

And Lord Ganesh too could become utterly human playing the dholak or the khol…

And that's also how, unlike many of my fellow artists over the years,

these visions have liberated me from the bondage of just one typical style or technique…

So I can say this without prejudice and with deep humility,

that I strive to expand and excel with every step and every stroke of mine…

Evidently, as a chronicler of human existence, I have been experimenting…

With a variety of styles, techniques and forms – in linework, graphic design…

In drawing and painting…

In oil, acrylic, marker, pastel, charcoal…

Here then, I present a chosen few from that inexhaustible theme of Music Makers,

which has fuelled my passion, recurrently, for well over two decades…

And as that passion spills over, it's over to you…

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Milon's vast body of work is spread over myriad moments of strife and toil, agony and ecstasy…

Over memories of a number of group and solo exhibitions in studios and galleries across the globe…

Over corporate and private collections in India and abroad.

Evidently, as a major Artist, and as a chronicler of human existence, over his checkered career, Milon has boldly experimented with a variety of styles, techniques and forms – in line-work, graphic design, drawing and painting, and in a wide variety of mediums. And his vast body of work strewn over corporate and private collections all over the globe, stands in evidence to this orchestrated diversity.

Milon himself is a fierce and colourful stroke on the canvas of international art. His intimate relationships over the past decades with most of the paint washed venues of the world has enriched his persona and vision. Perhaps with the only exception of China and Russia, Milon has wondrously travelled much of the art-oriented roadmap of the world. His exhibitions and lectures have been well documented and lovingly treasured.

This long-awaited exhibition, to virtually mark the beginning of Mumbai's art calendar of 2012, will present a chosen few from that inexhaustible theme of Music Makers, which has fuelled his passion, recurrently, for well over two decades!

The preview and reception on the 9^th evening will be graced by another music maker, Shaan, and attended by the cream of the art world. Entry is by invitation only. The works will be on public view till the 15^th at Jehangir, and thereafter will shift to Cymroza Art Gallery at Breach Candy, until the 21^st of January.