Born and raised in a baronial family in North Bengal, Amar Singha was fortunate to be thrust into a world of creativity at an early age, where colored pencils, crayons, and drawing sheets offered great solace from the kind of loneliness that accompanies stately culture. The flash of royalty that made up the world around him fostered his curiosity for deeper exploration, which he began to discover as soon as his pencils and crayons hit the paper. What was considered child’s play at that age catapulted him on a lifelong journey in search of greater truths, freedoms, and simple joys. Along the way, Singha picked up credentials from the Academy of Creative Art in Kolkata.In his final year of art school, he lost his father, which further-flung him into the depths of an interior search—one that can best be described (insufficiently so) as a deep dive into the spiritual realm, an exploration into impermanence activated by those questions of life and death that plague us all. For about 16 years Singha essentially disappeared from public life in order to listen closely for whispers of truth and emerged again using paints and brushes to translate the untranslatable through his art which he births in his home studio in Raghunathganj, a small village in West Bengal.