Art lets man awake,so an Artist becomes an entertainer.

Art sincerely obeys a mind,who is willing to tame a Wild Stone to mould a desired Shape.

Artists so far have a furnace like pain,hidden in their inner core and exploding them in a sudden tempo of Time.

I longed to get level with the Bell Ringing Woman’s height of thoughts,yet I couldn’t comprehend her knowledge,and her extended views or her Ideas,which were like a kernel inside the universe fruit.

The tranquil beauty of the taintless nature stills here;decked with,asters,amaryllis and bluebells;such sweet incense never dies from his lonely heart,who loves to imbue his solitude in his art!