. . . feel it sink . in . . Painting

Art is not merely what you perceive from outside. Its a rigourous, never ending, ever changing, free flow. A flow of thought created in the viewers soul. A silent treat stimulating thoughts and inbounding possibilities. Every Art form is raw and unique. For me its the textures and colours. The hide and seek between light and textures. Textures make me feel real, alive, tranquil, serene and grounded. The relationship between colour gradients and textures makes me think of the immeasurable, infinite opportunities of creativity and expression. The minutest details are powerful enough to create a world of new imagination. Imagination of small things making a big difference. Imagination of tiny drops filling up the ocean. Imagination reaching to infinity. Art is my language of freedom. It gives me a sense of wholeness. It makes me complete.