He worked mostly on sheets of foolscap paper that were the backs of discarded office memos and letters his father brought home for the boy to work on.
Clint especially loved painting Hindu festivals and traditional events near his home in Kochi, Kerala.
Normally it would take years of analytical study and training to draw such paintings.
At the age of 5, he secured first place in a competition held for painters below the age 18.
Clint Road in Kochi is named after him.
His parents, Joseph and Chinnamma remember about Clint’s last words, “Amma, I might suddenly fall asleep. When you call me, I might not answer you. But don’t be scared. I’ll be sleeping,”. he jokes. An hour later, he went into a coma. And the very next day, he left his world of colours without a word by creating an unending void…..