Iqbal, that great poet was so right. the moment you recognize what is beautiful in this world, you stop being a slave. to hell with the Naxals and their guns shipped from china. if you taught every poor boy how to paint, that would be the end of the rich in India... Aravind Adiga, the white tiger. ah this has the stench of paint all over it. breathe it in. this piece was completed around 12 hours ago probably less. its acrylic on canvas and its an explosion of plant-life.