I believe living life is an art; life should constitute colors and desirable combinations of colors. The energy that I pass to the canvas board, which shows the life I see, is also made of vibrant colors. The beauty of this notion lies in millions of colors used by billions of people; however, it takes only a few combinations to express feelings. I too pick the recipe that resonates with my feelings. I have used my canvas at certain times to express certain feelings with specific colors. No one can express their self in whole; they can express themselves only in parts. My paintings–colors–are the narration of my life in different modes and circumstances.

I have used multiple modes of colors, none were available to me; only the ones I felt by the expression–of feelings. Similarly, a language is composed of few alphabets, but these few alphabets create billions and trillions of words; thus we see the beautification of expression in only a selection of a few words. The imaginative infinitude lies in the countless shapes that describe a portion of us. I too can write a book on each of my paintings if I decided to express my feelings in words instead of colors; if you are a writer, try it–you’ll find a lot in it. You may find yourself in it.