Picking up that brush again…

After Mum passed away last year, I stopped painting. I just didnโ€™t feel like it. Iโ€™d cry or Iโ€™d make some excuse at needing to keep the studio clean. Then, around mid-April, I started to paint again but with watercolours, yet I still wasnโ€™t in it wholeheartedly. A very dear friend from Canada commissioned me to do a painting for her and I started painting … Continue reading Picking up that brush again…

A different kind of Masala…

I had a chat with Jasvir Kambo and Iโ€™m going to let you get goosebumps the way I did too. Keep your tissues ready. My tears spilled over. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~   Give a brief introduction of yourself. My parents moved back to Kenya from the UK in the 70โ€™s. I am the second eldest out of four sisters. I was raised and educated in Nairobi. I … Continue reading A different kind of Masala…