Letters · December 2025
Studio letter, No. 1.
On rain in Jaipur, a misplaced brush, and a painting that almost did not happen.
By Aashish
It rained for three days straight and the studio leaked, again. The painting that became Field Notes III was nearly lost to a puddle on the floor.
I am not a romantic about the studio. It is a working room above a tailor's shop. But on some mornings, when the light comes through the bars on the window and falls on the canvas the right way, it is exactly the room I want.