Space

I need my space.



To give you peace.

I know now

It felt like this again...

"Pain is like going through a tunnel, fear at one end and ecstasy at the other."




Only this time the tunnel seemed never ending. The darkness lingered on till the realization dawned that it will remain until the real reason is known.



I know the reason now and it has ended.



Hopefully.

Escape or Reality

Most people drink dope & according to me also smoke to escape from the real world.

I once thought writers, artist’s musicians etc. do the same i.e. escape from reality into a world of their own when they create.



I was wrong.



When they write create or make is the only time they do not escape from the real world but live in it.

Goodbye...

To the moon and back,

with the moon.




Nothing is impossible.

Life

"Life is beautifully unfair".


Art is what makes it beautiful.





What makes it unfair?


Love or something like it.




I like unfair.

Not For Sale

My apprehensions about selling my works for money made her say these words to me.

"Your works are like your babies. They were yours, maybe now is the time you give them away."

I do not agree.



My works are me. Selling them is selling myself.



Someday. Maybe.

My Simplicity

Created another blog or rather a seperate space (links section) to display my thoughts ideas & concepts in the form of lines & shapes. Trying to keep it simple...

I am flying

"We all want to fly so let courage be our wings."

Balance the Unbalanced

How things are.












How they should be.












How they will be.