Do I consider myself as an artist? I do, just don’t title myself as one, I’m more.
A lifelong student of learning, obsessed with beauty, the abstract clouds, the lively flowers, the majestic oceans, and the ones of glorious moon and its light. Even more obsessed with the beauty of what's within like the eyes and what they hold and the tongue and how it clothes, the heart carrying galaxies all together. Surely among those lovers of love, the lovers of souls, the literature and poetry, the depths within speech, & moments of innocence, joy & passion.
I started off with holding a camera and just because I carried it so well, doesn’t mean I was limited to it. The lines of my hands go way deeper than the veins yet closer to nothing but dust. I’m a little bit of everything; I didn’t do things to be good at but to live love. And in all this I find myself as the art but not the Artist!
I’ve a lot to say and if you’re looking for it even my silence will speak. I won’t put it on your plate, but I’ll make sure it's on the table. So welcome to my table!
- Help yourself :)
A collection of 50 hand drawn abandoned sketches from my old sketchbook. Series constructed of events, a time, memories myths and metaphors, A story in the depths of the ocean of a heart, never meant to be told but to be read by your very eyes.