My artist and poet friends will attest to this. Creation comes from a place unknown. The word ‘creator’ in this context is an illusion.
I think consciousness does not sit in the mind, the mind sits in consciousness.
I want the brush to express pure profusion of life, that which I have never seen within the tether of my outward bound perception.
इस नज़र की फ़क़त ये है हद ,
अदना इस गिरफ़्त-ए-नज़रिये से रिहा दे....
The complex layers of this piece have been built over several months. When the last layer was completed , I put two frosted lines across it. I broke her ego, she must realize she is mortal.
Piece is 38 by 46 inches.