The old curtains have been fraying its edges for sometime and the quilt hasnt seen better days for a while now, the empty floor has dust basking over it with a gleam of light creating a mystic essence, but the faith in it, remain undiminished, even after the debacle in the rational, I am hurt but wiser now
The futility of pain and the crisis around is the cause itself? Or because they know something which I don't. Whatever it is, I am living on" and I would rather live where there is threat everywhere and be part of whatever is happening. I am not reactionary, the threat of pain cannot conquer me."
The boutique is in the crystal glass; the liquor has to look, taste and smell good. The seasoned taste buds now have aged to the level of perfection, reading its year of make in the back of silence.
I have stopped recognising my authentic selve and become a caricatures of who the world think I should be. The silence is helping create the much awaited space and time for the thoughts do its roller coaster frill. The essence of transformation is not only non-judgmentally witnessed, viewed and acceped by me, but also interacting with myself.
One of my unfinished works which is in search of its characteristic audience in black or white is reaching the brim of its journey. With every passing day, life has turned itself as a ordeal experimental journey. Broadening my horizon with every stroke of the brush. I'm painting my own colours in life now....
