The bloom of a flower is stunning and magical but it is short lived, unlike the bloom of my creativity which is equally wonderful; however, unlike the former, it is everlasting.
Art invokes an experience, within me, of such a nature that would command time itself to stop and I could never tire of it. It is something which could never boar me, and at any moment has all the vibrancy, grandeur and animating properties that it ever had. It is the externalization of the ideal of liberty, the absence of constraint and the search for authenticity that defines my work.