An empty sheet of paper attracted me with an opportunity to express oneself. Thus I took my brush and art colors covered my canvas , my thoughts were put down and the picture revived, yet it looked sorrowfully…. though I rejoiced over the daylight, I still was aware of my status : as the disabled I was impotent to participate in the fiesta of life as I dreamed about it.
Have a look at the shot on the above. This picture caught my attention – I was just seated back in awe towards the view that so eloquently depicted my story. I saw my dreams (the purity of the snow), yet that vision was overburdened with grief – the traces of the vehicle sneered down at the beauty of the fairy tales – at me … as the disabled I was unemployed and consequently without any money for living. Thus I saw the challenge in the view underfoot. I hope you too will enjoy what came out in result. Just read further …
