Losing touch with our inner selves is the missing stroke of divinity in all forms of art
Both a search... each an obsession... a driven madness... constructive... destructive... for the soul inside... for the soul... outside - Musk... Or... Zahir.. break the husk.. set free.. to merge.. as ONE
Who is this architect, this painter, this musician inside..
Constructing ever-changing worlds with a palette of infinite colors streaming notes of love every moment
Shades of smiles run amok
stringing myriad keys in our
hearts.. Dancing to splashes of infinite colors blushing our lives