Author: artbyvinita

Why My Tree Paintings Are Perfect for Vastu—and for the Spaces You Live In People often ask me if my tree paintings are suitable as per Vastu. I usually smile, because I don’t begin a painting with rules—I begin it with a feeling. And yet, over time, I’ve seen something beautiful happen: these paintings quietly…

In January 2026, I presented a few works from my collection Whispers of the Wilderness at the India Art Festival. It was almost a last-moment decision—there were just two booths left, and I took one. I remember hesitating because my paintings are large, original abstract paintings. They need space. They like to breathe. They are…

What Do People Feel When They Enter Your Lobby? Most lobbies are designed to look right. But how often are they designed to feel right? A lobby is not just a space you pass through—it’s a feeling you walk into. Lobbies are often designed to look polished and functional. But beyond finishes, furniture, and lighting,…

A Gentle Paw, A Healing Touch Even though this story has nothing to do with my paintings or the art I create, I feel compelled to share it. Art, for me, is about connection—connecting with emotions, with nature, and with the unspoken. And sometimes, life offers us moments that are so profound, so moving, that…

I’m so delighted to have you here in my little corner of the internet. As an artist, my journey is filled with colors, emotions, and countless stories waiting to be shared. This blog is a special place where I gather all the articles where I’ve been featured, each one a testament to my creative journey….

“BRIGHTENING LIVES WITH ‘FOREST LIGHT ‘A STROKE OF GIVING.” A few days ago, I was approached with a proposition that would forever etch its place in my heart. It was , “If I would be willing to contribute a painting to a fundraising event organized by the Light of Life trust, in aid of the…

In the ever-turning hourglass of life, we often find ourselves chasing fleeting moments, yearning to capture the essence of time as it slips through our fingers. Memories, like delicate wisps of smoke, tend to dance away, fading into the recesses of our minds. It is in this eternal pursuit of preserving the beauty that once…

The sun had just started to peek through the clouds on a crisp morning as the school cricket league got underway. Excitement was palpable in the air as players and spectators alike gathered at the grounds, eagerly anticipating the start of the first match. As I walked into the cricket field, I couldn’t help but…