
As notes of Bhai Manjeet Singh’s gurbani fill the room, Caur picks up the brush to paint. It’s time to leave her with her imagination. Suddenly, something strikes you. There are other canvases propped against the red-brick walls. Most have their faces to the wall, others are covered with cloth. “I like to keep some of my artwork and these I’m trying to hide from eager purchasers,” she confides with a smile. Perhaps not startling for an artist who loves her seclusion—she still refuses to carry a cell phone—and her space.