Original Abstract Artwork
The Redemption Series: From the Ruins-2
Even as old orders crumble and break, we strengthen and rebuild our worlds. Even as old havens disintegrate, we architect receptacles for a new life, from the wreckage of the old.
Acrylic on Paper, 640 gsm
The Redemption Series: From the Ruins-1
Even as old orders crumble and break, we strengthen and rebuild our worlds. Even as old havens disintegrate, we architect receptacles for a new life, from the wreckage of the old.
Acrylic on Paper, 640 gsm
Like words writ in water, like ancient incantations carried and protected in its memories. Water, the eternal element, flowing and ephemeral to the naked eye, yet remembering shapes and memories, invoking permanence in its fluidity.
The mind is like the sea with its many moods,each more beautiful than the last; we only need be a silent witness to this dark beauty and not cower in fear.
The Spaces in our Togetherness Bind us Closer, as the Prophet said
She walks in beauty when she walks in green, for green is her color, her favorite canvas.
When you feel all the imagination, creativity and madness running in your veins, when you march to the beats of a different drummer and know that it is the only way for you because you can feel it running in your veins!
Some moments, when interrupted, last forever.Like a sense of déjà vu. Like a splash of sudden color that lights up the encircling greys and breaks the continuum. Some blips are beautiful and some interruptions make us do a double take at the past and the present just like a sense of déjà vu.jpg?w=450″ />
When the impermanence of the human condition is what made the Gods jealous, shouldn’t we build and rebuild our hopes and dreams in as many colors and as many textures as we can? Construct and reconstruct, tear down and build again, because the impermanent joy of building is what makes life precious, the permanence of completion is an illusion.
The beauty and symmetry of nature one sees in a forest bathed in green and gold can only be marveled at.The deep but subtle hues, the many textures, the depth of green all around is a sight to breathe in that does wondrous things to the soul. Perhaps we should never attempt to describe it, only revel in it as nature intended.
This painting captures the mood of an inner search that is fraught with interruptions, a journey where the roads start and end with interruptions and do not often meet.The struggle lies in choosing the roads to take and the paths to not, knowing full well that in this transformative process the journey you start will not be the journey you end with.
You find yourself in the middle of a dream, you are taking a walk in the park with the sun at its zenith, where everywhere you see it is green and fresh.You wake up, look out the window; it is high noon and the day is still young!
