Perhaps, the body of Khosa's work could be divided into four decades- namely 1975 to 2005. The first decade belonged to the genre where the subject of the painting was important. The colours and forms were only instrumental here. The conviction used to be that one of the main functions of art was to help free mankind from the tyranny of transient emotions, the bondage of base desires. Well, all this used to be expressed through a technique; layering of pigments on images much removed from the naturalistic, but which nevertheless did not take them into the esoteric field as the monumental images sculpted in stone.

The second decade went on to reflect the storm of emotions or passions. Here the lines that were flowing were sinuous and yet tense. The paintings used to hover between figuration, abstraction and representation - the gentle ambiguities of each blurring into each other mutually, enchacing their feel of recondite or not so recondite yearnings.

The third decade that is the present phase belongs to some one who looks outwards, even when he learns to turn his gaze inwards to become aware of a secret life that is, the larger life buried within. Some such thought kindled in him the desire to study the Sanskrit texts like the Upanishads and to grasp the roots of our very being. The study inspired him to paint in a fresh way. A manifestation of the spirit of all the five elements of nature, like those invoked in the Vedic hymns. The theme of the earth and the water constituted the basis of innumerable life-giving myths.

The usual stance of the modernist painter is to have no truck with the community or responsibility towards the tradition of the human; so enormous are the sundry pressures that bear upon his being. It therefore took me time to recognize the artist's obligation beyond the claimed artistic freedom alone. I believe an artist lacking in such a larger knowledge but well equipped with skills alone cannot come into the power of spirit. The desacralized intellect can no doubt do wonders but one thing it cannot, bring intimations of the everlasting.
By nature we are solitary beings. Born alone, alone we undergo unique experiences, and finally die alone. Only in deep solitude,when the mind stills, does a state of fullness obtain. When solitude decreases, the mind tends to become extroverted. In solitude we experience deeper joys and purposes within and go beyond the limitations of the quotidian
The present phase of these paintings, then, is inspired by the study of ancient texts, so as to grasp the roots of Being.

The truly humane art is a wrestle with ourselves; it is to entangle the self with the basic stuff of reality; it is to get out of our time-bound egos and to enter the worlds of universal energy. Can there be any other purpose of art than to convey this energy