"Art is not random painting, or the outcome of sudden impulses, nor just pictorial documentation. Art is a search for ultimate truth through the medium of aesthetic organization."
'Collector's Stop' is an art gallery which aims to bring forth art which is accessible and which becomes a part of our everyday life. A stop for those who wish to strengthen and expand the artistic community.

Our artists are very analytical and have a brilliant imagination. They work with great emotional understanding and passionate conviction to express their ideas. The magic of colours produce a dramatic effect, a strange expressive grandeur and intense profound feelings. Whatever be the composition, one may say that all creation springs from the same fountainhead - the human spirit.
Art has always been a part of our heritage and culture. We are sensitive to this heritage and would want it to continue and flourish. We are fortunate to belong to an era which is witnessing a great upsurge in Indian art. Today, India has an over flowing number of artists and Indian art has a wide reach.

My father-in-law was an art-lover who started collecting art way back in 1936. A lot was left behind in Lahore but some much was retrieved. After a brief pause, the passion for art was re-ignited and the process of learning and acquiring art once again became a part of his life, and ours too! He always encouraged me to start a gallery, which for some reason or the other could not happen earlier. As I look back at the legacy he left behind, I thank him for being the inspiration for this new gallery.

Welcome to `Collector's Stop'
Veena Kohli

• Opening show ,"Joie de Vivre" was dedicated to the memory of of late Mr. M.R. Kohli
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• Mr. Keshav Malik , well known art critic, wrote a foreword on the occasion of inauguration of the gallery.

Foreword

Several summers ago, at a moment of time, when there were not all that many who took fancy to works of art-or at least to the arts of the day-there was a rare one, who almost religiously visited art venues, as much as artists' studios, when possible. The gentleman was soft spoken, and as if by instinct drawn to the world whose only inhabitant are the vital tissues of the human heart.

Mr. M.R. Kohli, for that's who this gentleman was, seen among the composers of images, and their almost gorgeous birds of paradise-so to speak-appeared to be drawing honey from blossoms as are from time to time thrown up by the human imagination. So that even as we joyed in the feasts before us, we were, one at the same time touched by some one like Mr. Kohli in our midst. He was no alien to the ambience. Rather, here was one-a disinterested being, who was nevertheless warm towards the makers of art in process. To my eyes this gentleman appeared totally unpretentious, a true taster of the rasas-neither more nor less. How one wishes to God that there were a few more of his kin on the current scene, those that could scent and feel the body of an art work, and not simply its mortal remains, that is, the weight or size or substance in which it is incarnated.

I say the above, even as the younger Kohlis launch a pad for art work, namely, "collector's Stop," while honouring the memory of their senior. Since they are in the know what really moved Mr. Kohli was pure affection, not any other craven impulse, we may be sufficiently assured that this fresh opening for art works will not be devoted to the mechanics of art exposure alone, but keep in mind art's basic being. The plant of art cries out for the seasoned gardeners of the human spirit.

Keshav Malik