Art of Expression

It hardly interests me when I am admired for my art. I believe in reaching out to people through a common language that may or may not be in the form of words. I try to be a perfectionist wherever possible but I am also my biggest critic.

Paintings and words have grown with me a long way from my childhood – and I must admit we were never the very best of friends. In real life I have tried relentlessly to avoid these two but we somehow ended up smiling at each other.

I know perfection is an impossible word but it gives me a sense of satisfaction every time I am able to camouflage endless flaws with an air of optimism in my works that end up as masterpieces. I always have this engine continuously working at the back of my mind churning ideas and processing thoughts into a perceivable expression clear enough to be understood. The coded messages in them just need to be deciphered by the individual audience and I am sure each one is unique.

To me, the art of expression has been a tough lengthy road and if there’s anything I have achieved from it – they are patience and determination. Managing time for it after tough hours in office and for family can sound like crazy but I have learnt to burn my stress by getting a bit nocturnal at times to pride over my work the next morning.

My message to the everyday strugglers out there:

“The art of living is never simple and easy. Survivors are not always winners from the start – they are just people who do not know how to quit.”