The other day an actor was complaining that he was feeling not enjoying the roles he was playing, not excited about the work he was doing nor motivated to attend rehearsals

Taming the wild is not everybody’s temperament. And walking the stereotypes is not every man’s mission either.

The creative process is something that is of immense interest to me.

This year the Sangeet Natak Akademi elected a theatre person as a fellow.

There was a time, not so long ago, when people of even modest means would decorate their walls with “scenery”.

A few months ago I watched Chris Larner recount how he took his ex-wife to Dignitas in Switzerland to complete her wish for “assisted suicide”. The performance entitled An Instinct for Kindness, was gut wrenching. From the first minute you knew what was going to happen and yet he managed to surprise you with the beautifully simple telling of a very personal event.

Mary Rose, the famous Tudor warship which sank during England’s battle against the French in 1545, was one of the first ships able to fire a broadside, but also one of the last ones to have archers sh

Last evening, a friend — who is also a gallery owner — and I were sitting and talking about the visual arts and the viability of the dhanda or the business of art.

An artist need not be trained to imbibe things around him. Rather the university of life may teach him a lot through his plain and simple observations with a keen eye.

Recently, I saw a play in Sri Lanka done by the best English theatre group in Colombo, The Performing Arts Company.