Something very innitial..
My desire of flying!
I have little to speak but a lot to think. There is a state
back of my visuals, where I fantasize things. I see them in me flying high,
seeing them becoming real, so close to me that I can touch them and can hold
them in my hands. I am trying to experience and did exercise of touching my
dreams. They come in mind but its like u can’t see it, hold it. I realized by passing moments of time that
moments have their own glory and those moments are never lost however, and
exist in time. I find them in me and
feel them precious. Time is a complex tapestry, of every choice that could,
would, and will be, every possibility exists. There are infinite realities for
every single particle in the universe. As
I have my universe inside me having same particles of such simple moments. A
lot to speak, a lot to do, a lot to dare.
I find my inspiration in some little moments, objects,
notions and sometimes little acts and feelings. I want to fly as a bird, feel
colors of world as a kite, and find ways like boat. I used to have a desire to fly and it was a
strong believes in me. By the time
desire turned those feelings to maturity but remain the same. To seeing Birds
flying made me more curious and makes me think that they are not bound nor
fear. They fascinate me a lot.
Theme, Flying- Traces of my childhood
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| flying, 2012. size 5x7 inches |
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