“Srishti is the Sanskrit word for all of God’s creation”.
It’s not easy to live up to that name. Something akin to crazy, wild, foolhardy, romantic would have been more my forte, but oh well, Srishti it is and I am loving trying to live up to it!
I was born and raised in Jaipur in the Indian state of Rajasthan, a region of India known for its colorful arts and great warriors. Growing up in India -contrary to popular beliefs of a more slow-paced, social, colorful, festive life- actually meant a lot of schooling and tutoring and preparing for the future to be a part of the mold and fit in as a doctor or an engineer or secure your footing into the corporate world. And I was going that way, working hard, under immense pressure of getting into a medical school where only 3-4% of people make it in.
Somehow, between school breaks, I discovered a love and passion for drawing and painting and immersed myself into art as much as I could during those long and hot summer vacations. I was in love with pencil and brushes and drew and painted anything that I saw and fancied. By fifteen, art time ended due to the great workload the Indian high school student must endure in order to prepare for the future.
As time passed, I found myself going to programming school and loving it, art buried in the depths of my being. The next thing you know my life is in a whirlpool of my future husband Ernst falling in love with me at my first job, his efforts to woo me, me revolting against the whole Indian social taboo thing to be in love, almost eloping with my love, but finally getting married with my parents’ blessings in India and coming to big beautiful America and falling in love all over again with the land. Sounds like a Bollywood drama! Billionaires when it came to love but completely penniless financially we worked hard for years, buying diapers on credit cards, to build up our business – him as a teacher and me working with him building our software company and eventually selling software all over the world – while raising three amazing kids.
One of those days in early 2007, Ernst invited me to start painting with him during nights and I rediscovered the breathtaking world of watercolors and then oils, impressionism and plein air. With ups and downs I have been constantly losing myself, finding myself, rediscovering myself and worshipping Creation with my paints and brushes.
The Southwest United States with its the rugged terrain, the mountains and the red rocks holds a special place in my heart. Here and there you will find me trying to translate the awe-inspiring beauty of the rocks and the mountains “en plein air”, rushing with the fast-changing light and shadows, trying to capture that one moment that stopped me in tracks; this is all when I am not growing food or running wild barefoot in the forest.
Great misfortune fell upon us when Ernst and I were ran over on our tandem bike by a 92 year old man who refused to wear sunglasses, leaving us with 10 broken bones and $400,000 in medical bills between the two of us. But with grace we came out of that with compensations and some extra money to spend. One thing lead to the other and we ended up falling in love and purchasing the famous and notorious Falcon Nest in Prescott, AZ. This amazing house, we feel, was built for us, with Ernst being able to focus his telescopes into the heavens from the top, and me having a 3 stories high art gallery built into the house. Falcon Nest is a constant source of inspiration for me with its 360 degree views, Thumb Butte in the backdrop, deer & cayotes running around in the forest.
If you are in the neighborhood you are most welcome to drop by and say “hi”, watch art being made as I am pushing the paint around on the canvas.
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Exhibitions & Awards
Phippen Museum 45th Annual Western Art Show and Sale, Prescott, AZ – 2019
AWARD 43rd annual Juried Art Exhibit at Allied Arts of Yakima Valley, WA – 2010
Puyallup, WA Juried Fine Art Show – 2009