I have grown up watching Melbourne Asher Bilu paint. He is a close friend to my father, Ivan. I used to ride my bike over to his house when I was a young boy, and explore his creations, his magical mystery tour of a house, and step deeply into his very private studios watching him carefully touch, construct, paint and, when resting, play his sarod. I remember well how its unusual sound resonated, and how I felt safe in Asher’s world. I was privileged also to grow up sharing happy […]

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