Creating art is no more an act I had envisaged it to be - that of making art and then disposing it off. It discreetly has enlarged its scope and engulfed my very being in it. My existence now is guided by it: it shows me a new path when my thinking is clouded, pulls me out of comfort zone where I am tempted to stay and live, provides me glimpses of new vistas when I reach the limits of my vision. IT TORTURES ME TO LIMITS AND WHEN IT SENSES THAT I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE, PROVIDES A PLACE TO REST.
It has become inseparable, has grown all over me and permeated my pores. Making art is no more a conscious effort but flows when it wishes to.
It has become inseparable, has grown all over me and permeated my pores. Making art is no more a conscious effort but flows when it wishes to.
Almighty, Bestow me with the understanding that I don't ever hinder it's flow.