Quality Time

The Mud colour is changing its shade, The shades are transforming to shadow, The shadows are stands with the sorrow, It is illusion? Yes but with a strong impression. My people, village, Childhood, River, values all are misinterpreted with for only cost ‘’Development’’ a daisy word indeed. I took the art, I picked up the brush, to ask myself to complain face my confusion.The cosmopolitan daily life offering me the consumer has been hidden its shape continuously as a form of a human friend, extended version of people like me and my origin. My composition reflects these, The magician the society infront of me, with its grandeur, as an audience can watch the regeneration, the acceptance towards conversion in term of originality, a continuously applied technology to bow down, creating compulsive ground a change crafted fear as an icon, I have used the animal to the representation of instinct, as individual perplex, same of the composition is narrative as an obvious aftershock of individual serenity with crafted luxury, an open secret pf planned metamorphosis, the psychological journey towards the end and new beggarly.