The irony of Poverty – Ink art

"Poverty is the parent of revolution and crime.” — Aristotle, Greek philosopher -The work in progress- Ink has always been a medium I wanted to explore. This piece of art and concept blew me while I was browsing the net for a topic to start scribbling on. This ended up really well with a mixed... Continue Reading →

Bangalore Days

That was a beginning of my love for the South Indian creations. They are more content driven, touching and definitely leave a hangover. If it wasn’t for that one evening of crazy, I don’t think I’d ever truly enjoy my first experience of a south Indian film.

H.E.A.L

You cannot heal in the same environment that got you sick.You will still be art, even when they stop admiring.So darling, take the brush and own it as the sky and clouds are your canvas.~oishmortal~

Of what we are made

The 27 year old me wanders. Being lonely wasn't just what I enjoyed. It's a solitude I found after being out there and being let down. As humans, we find it a mandate to socially connect and roam in groups. Are we all not doing okay now?The soul that sees beauty always works alone. It... Continue Reading →

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