and painter
from Hyderabad, Andhra Pradesh
. He is renowned nationally and internationally and has collectors all across Europe, South Asia and the United States of America, not to mention his hometown Hyderabad,for his unique style and technique. He specializes in a style of relief art, using Plaster of Paris, and oil painting
.
Aziz studied art at the College of Fine Art and Architecture in Hyderabad.
Aziz has pioneered the use of a unique, masterly technique of creating 'three dimensional reliefs' on canvas.
The flowers anew returning seasons bring,But beauty faded has no second spring.
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
The year's at the spring,And day's at the morn;Morning's at seven;The hill-side's dew-pearl'd;The lark's on the wing;The snail's on the thorn;God's in His heaven--All's right with the world !
Is it so small a thingTo have enjoy'd the sun,To have lived light in the spring,To have loved, to have thought, to have done;
Listen, can you hear it? Spring's sweet cantata. The strains of grass pushing through the snow. The song of buds swelling on the vine. The tender timpani of a baby robin's heart. Spring.
O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day!
Nothing is so beautiful as Spring—When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrushThrough the echoing timber does so rinse and wringThe ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing.