The process of making art has always taken me into almost an another dimension. Nothing affects me in that period, I lose the passage of...

The sky… the sky, the sky that I live under… the sky like my soul. The water… the sky, I have always wondered which one am I. I am...

When I woke up this morning I thought it’s okay The working on it was done And I was okay Little did I know I had no sight of the finish...

I have always had the tendency to lose things that I carried around or owned sometimes… pencil and notebooks when I was younger… pocket...