the feeling of having been thrown into this world...and that one has no choice over it... other than the paradoxical freedom of choice to make whatever we can make of it...
some love cards id made for selling on the hostel Guest night... never sold them though so they serve as a part of my art collection... though they were done mostly with a commercial intention.... :-))
this post got deleted somehow.. clicked its pic from my mobile so its not very clear.... had made this watercolor image of my own hand at Shivika's place last winter.
iam but a tiny soul....always in search of "who am I".....a particle in the sand falling from someone's hand trying to figure "how do i matter"....I am but no one....Iam everything....everyone....I AM MY GOD!