ISLAMABAD: In the quiet of his home studio on the outskirts of Islamabad, Raja Changez Sultan moves with unhurried rhythm between canvas and easel.
The air smells faintly of turpentine. Tubes of paint spill across a long wooden table. A half-finished landscape leans against the wall, its blues and ochres still wet.
At 76, the painter-poet still carries the energy of a man mid-conversation with his work — mixing colors, reciting lines of poetry under his breath and occasionally stepping back to study the play of light.
For the soft-spoken Sultan, art has never been about recognition.
“Artists don’t become famous, their art does,” he said. “If the art speaks to people, if it touches them, that does you a whole lot of good because that’s what life is about as an artist.”
