“My father dreamt, my mother did”
My mother was not only a mother to me — but was beginning to be a mother to a much larger unit. To a bunch of artists that she was beginning to make deep ties with, and collectors who began to trust her judgements and integrity. To say I was influenced by her taste in art would sound pretentious because that is something that you develop over time. When I was a young school going kid, I knew my mother dressed differently from other mothers. I always thought she had the most exquisite taste in sarees — simple, cotton printed sarees — she always stood out in a crowd! Our home, an old traditional Parsi house, was never typical.

Atul Dodiya, Khorshed Gandhy, Shireen Gandhy, Kekoo Gandhy, Anju Dodiya at the opening of the exhibition Crossing Generations— Diverge Forty Years of Gallery Chemould at the NGMA