When life gets monotonous and monochromatic don’t get used to it. For things of colour are always concealed like a lotus in an overgrown pond. The artist urges to find our colour and break the monotony.
In the spirals of creation, we meet again— two faces carved from the same breath of light. Your soul is the river, mine the shore, forever touching, never apart. Through shadow and bloom, we dissolve into each other, an endless hymn written on the skin of eternity.