"Battling with the demons of his own imagination, Nagori went to every Sphinx in places like Lahore, Sargodha, Kohat, Dacca, Chittagong, Kaptai, Rangamati and others. As far as I know these Sphinxes still stand there in one piece. Nagori has come back alive but deeply clawed and bloodied from within. For his own intellect is the one great Sphinx to which he is destined to return continually.
Today, he has emerged from the yellow and the ochre, only to plunge into the blue and the red. His blue is agonizingly serene, and his red tantalizingly dramatic. His canvases continue to be as disturbing as ever.
With a touch of Modigliani and a whiff from Ajanta Caves, Nagori follows Al-Ghazali, who in contradistinction to the Greeks' perception of sensual beauty, holds that a sixth sense, a sort of super sense, is responsible for the appreciation of beauty. Every great painter, every great artist and every lover of beauty possesses this sixth sense in its fullest degree which is the source not only of creation, but also of appreciation..."
"...His blue dips its fingers into green and his red burrows its head under mystery and suspense and drama, Nagori is about to discover himself, or maybe, discover the futility of his spiritual voyage."