I have unrelentingly soul searched at the face of Art and humbly have come to the acceptance that Art has chosen me. It has made me an instrument to inspire others through the symbolism of life in colors.
By partaking in the creation of a masterpiece, it has given me asimilitude to the creator, symbiotically understanding that not all art is created equal.
When she comes, she frees the soul and mind from our own scrupulous innuendos. She is very elusive and persuasive, but in a simple gaze, she sparks the beauty within.
Art does not utter to destroy, it only brings a notion of expression in a moment of conception. For Art comes to life by the way we feel today, through the interpretation of tomorrow.