I have realised that there are so many subconscious rules that limit me. Why are they there, and when exactly have I formed them and allowed them to control my creative process, I don’t know. But as I discover them one by one, I try to break them.

There is one funny rule I’ve had that I became conscious about - that I must cover the whole surface of the canvas with pain, otherwise the work is unfinished - bizarre, I know, childish even.

This small piece I’ve made firmly keeping in mind the silliness of this “rule”. I continued my new exploration of colour in very limited spectrum, kept it as fresh as I could. It still feels like a drawing to me, I still draw with paint (OK, may be the first layer). I think my transition to painting will be very graduate. At the moment I can’t be sure if I will ever be able to call myself a painter, because drawing feels so natural to me.