"There are only two kinds of freedom in the world; the freedom of the rich and powerful, and the freedom of the artist and the monk who renounces possessions." - Anaïs Nin
Tried out linocut printmaking... It's amazing how many art forms are there in the world... You just need to pick your poison and bamn there you go... .
Art makes expression so easy...
I want to leave behind a mark, something that
says I was here. That once a girl lived on this
earth. At times she stood among angels, at times she led the army of demons. She loved the little things like the caress of the wind, the smile on an old wrinkled face, the steaming mugs of tea in monsoons. I want them to know there lived a human who might not have been a prodigy yet
was an unimaginable tragedy. She didn't live
grand, she wasn't the dust either. She sought out
the art of contentment while being torn apart.
She knew the torture of having happiness and yet not having enough and having pain and yet not having enough of it. She never aimed to conquer lands or bathe in the glory of fame. She just wanted to live her days smiling at the tiny
snippets of warmth everything around her
emanated, she wanted to live a life that would
leave behind an invisible yet perceptible sign that
an ordinary girl who loved to live, whose only
achievement was that she stayed and fought her
way to the right time of her departure instead of
abandoning the path midway, that girl was here.
At some point in time this girl passed our land
and probably left pieces of experience only
nature and the soul of earth will reveal someday
when we need to be pulled out of our half
relevant misery and pushed in the arms of life.