When I paint, mysterious things happen. What starts with a void ends with a dialogue.
Art sometimes is as simple as nothing, and other times as mysterious as nature or a woman.
My art takes birth when my loneliness becomes my companion... when I take lives and deaths much personally and work when others play. When I meet myself and find that the truth of life is not the dream of tender age ... but the fire within me that creates the work of art.
You can paint your soul with any medium.
Those are the murderers of art who are sitting on the top wearing crowns of fake intelligence. Let me bring them down with the power of my art, without delaying the matter further.
I believe in perpetual art, no matter if there are not many artists like me on this earth.
I take a lot of inspiration from the nature of the universe and visualize my work as a direct or indirect reflection of life, inside and around us.
