My unyielding perfectionist self used to haunt and plague every crevice of the mind and whichever endeavour or undertaking that I dared to set my foot into – such that my views on art itself have been sculpted on the basis of solitary perfection. Yet only in the recent past that I commenced unwrapping the cloth rendering me blind to what art really is. Anything that it was to me has suddenly been remoulded and hammered into a form that really has no distinct contour but instead, it is free to encompass and embody anything comprehendible like a shattered pane of glass or a carefully woven silken web. It ceased being an errand to achieve undivided aptness – like Salvador Dali once said, “Have no fear of perfection, you’ll never reach it.”

What really draws myself into this subject is that anything that has a sentimental value to oneself can be art, just about all you can envisage will strike feeling in your mind like a matchstick catching fire – as it is accompanied by either sound, touch, smell or taste. We all have vast judgement and differing views and hence I could look at a drawing of a tin can and have an entirely dissimilar reaction to it as opposed to anybody else.

Additionally it’s also how I can make people feel joy, despair, anxiety, pride, guilt, disgust, pity, elation, fear, gratitude, lust, nostalgia and more – with just a stroke of my wrist, conveying it by a means that speaks with far more than a mouth ever could. Each hue, tint and shade are playing their own part in forging and shaping such emotions. The way in which paint is applied and spread onto the canvas is that of an orchestra being assembled to play music; piano and percussion followed by trumpets, trombones, horns and tubas with violins and cellos – such that if you alter their arrangement or tuning, the music will as well.

Be it through discovering the sundry techniques and forms that are used in this field of study or by spending a myriad of hours in the studio painting – I am resolute to developing myself as an artist. However, I’m more inclined towards portraiture and painting facial expressions by paying definite and unequivocal attention to detail in countenance – every slant, wrinkle, fold, dent, pit, gap or split is what interests me. More specifically how varying the appearance can make somebody feel as they do, especially when accompanied by my own set of instruments which comprise this very orchestra – that I myself am a conductor of.