For young Advait, his fanciful world of galaxies, dragons and everything vivid is
very much real. He channelizes this fantastic imagination through the canvas in
colours and combinations that are well beyond his years. The word “prodigal” fits
his passion in true sense, which flourishes by the day with utmost sincerity.
Advait lives with his parents, software engineer Amit Kolarkar and commercial artist
Shruti Kolarkar, and his elder sister Swara in the suburbs of Pune, India. The walls
of their house bear Advait’s creative flair that comes out in promising shapes.
His fascination with art began when he was merely three months old. He would keenly
gaze at black objects—wardrobes and curtains — an observation that soon turned into
demand. His first few paintings are poems in motion of black strokes. Consequently,
he took a fascination to art and would spend hours with his sister as she drew on
In one particular instance, when he was eight-months-old, his mother gave him food
colours to play. Since he was in a phase where he would want to ingest every object,
Shruti thought that food colours are a safer bet. And her idea worked, for what
he created on the floor from kitchen colours seemed like an effective mould; as
if his imagination was coming down in verses.
Soon, his penchant for playing with colours took serious proportions. When observant
Advait started talking, forming sentences, colours made for an important section
of his vocabulary. The amazing two-year-old could tell them apart from the shade.
He points out the difference between Naples Yellow and Cadmium Yellow. For instance,
he understands how Burnt Sienna is different from Raw Sienna. Also, seasons seepedinto
his colouring sense; the universal need for warmth in winters was put on canvas
through ebullient orange and sprightly yellows and the need for breeze in summers
was reflected in cooler colours.
As days ticked by, his paintings gathered a momentum. There was now noticeable rhythm
that was characterized by specific demands for colours and subsequently developed
a taste for metallic ones. When he could mediate his thoughts in words, he expressed
before brushing the paper. And so, there were dragons, galaxies, birds, flowers,
sea creatures, dinosaurs and so on etched on to larger canvases. What remained unaffected
was his sincerity to the art. He still does not get up before he is satisfied with
the shape the painting has taken. It can take him two hours or even just 10 minutes
to finish his art, which is never let unfinished. He knows where to draw the line.
When the colours have taken generous shapes corresponding to his imagination, Advait
stops content and happy.
Advait’s hobby caught people’s fancy when Shruti casually showed his pieces to the
Art2Day gallery, a popular gallery in Pune. The curator wanted to have a glance
at not just the work, but the whole process. His son, who visited Advait marvelled
at the wonder and said he would observe the child for half a year, to see if his
penchant for art continues. It did.