To trace the life and career of a painter (of the past) in India isâ€, as the
author says, “somewhat akin to following the course of an earthen lamp on
swift waters.†The glow is bright and warm, and one can keep it within sight
for a while, but things can quickly turn and uncharted vastness takes over.
However, knowing this and going against the prevailing (perhaps even
comfortable) state of anonymity that is almost a defining condition of the arts
in India, this book concerns itself with simply one painter: Nainsukh. The glow
that comes from his work is remarkably bright and warm, and tracing