Art is poetry in color, it is a wooden block with character, and it could be someone’s daily bread or someone’s passion. There are people who go on without eating for days because they need to get that expression right, the right emotion and the right feel of the moment. Art is magic and the paintbrush is the wand, the painter is the wizard, it may sound a lot like being in Hogwarts. It is. That’s the beauty of it. Ever seen a person lost in a painting, it’s like being lost in a labyrinth of beauty. Whether it’s a complex acrylic wonder or it is water colored serenity. Art is a medium of reaching that level of imagination which is unimaginable. It’s a world where you can give the pig’s wings to fly or paint the sun purple, it is just the way you wanted it to be, it is everything you desired in your world to be. Now, by art you may stray into an exhibition and say it’s just about painting, but the scenario today is a whole lot different. You can capture the exact moment that you are looking at and call it art (read photography). You can take a measly paper cup and create a miniature world inside it.
Possibilities are riding on a Mobius strip and we need to catch hold of them, it can be only done right here right now because there is so much to paint and there is so little time.