Buddha & Other Paintings: Saikat Baksi

Specs

CHAOS THROUGH SPECS. SIZE: 1 Ft x 0.8 Ft. MEDIUM: ACRYLIC ON PAPER

MIND AND NO-MIND. SIZE: 2.5 feet x 2 feet. MEDIUM: WATER/ ACRYLIC / INK ON PAPER.

Buddha

INVESTMENT IN BUDDHA. Size: 1 feet x 0.8 feet. Medium: WATER/INK ON PAPER

Head

CORPORATE DRESSING ROOM. SIZE: 2.5 feet x 2 feet. MEDIUM: WATER / ACRYLIC / INK ON PAPER.

 

 

 

Red girl

FIREWORKS. SIZE- 2.5 feet x 2 feet. MEDIUM: ACRYLIC ON CANVAS.

Heart

IMPRISONMENT. SIZE: – 2.5 feet x 2 feet. MEDIUM: WATER/ ACRYLIC / INK ON PAPER.

SHADOWS

ELEGANT SHADOWS: SIZE: – 2.5 feet x 2 feet. MEDIUM: WATER / ACRYLIC/ INK ON PAPER.

Shadow

ESCAPE. SIZE: 1 feet x 0.8 feet. MEDIUM: -PEN ON PAPER

About author

Saikat Baksi
Saikat Baksi 2 posts

Saikat Baksi is an author of English Fictions. The bestselling fiction, Something in your eyes, was his debut novel. His latest novel is Far beyond the dead end. Saikat Baksi's passion is literature, painting and theology. He lives in Anand. Facebook page: https://web.facebook.com/saikatbaksiworld/

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