An introduction to myself 

When was the last time you have fallen in love? Not to a person, but a work of art that you have given all your efforts and time just to call your own.  

When was the last time you considered yourself in a home, as you took brushes and strokes of different hues of memories and thoughts scattered — filled the canvas of your own. 

When was mine? 

I can not even remember; it was like I have fallen out of love. How can that be possible? How can you unlove parts of you that you considered your own… 

How can you feel lost in a place you sought peace and home, whenever you are alone… 

Art will always be filled with love, so as we love, we become naturally artistic and grand;  

But then, we tend to forget our roots still, we forget how lives revolves around different values, beliefs, and not us alone. We forget how to love, we forget how our heart beats artistically not for the pleasure of it but for the comfort and peace of both the mind and the soul; to be found in your soul, too. 

Art gives us the soul 

As we fall in love with art, we do love. Short enough to understand. We do love. Even so, we forget how to fall in love, instead, we fall out of it at the same time, we forget how interlinked it is into our souls. 

As we ran away into the midst of every trial we face, art is there, art will always be there.  

Nobody knows how we fall in love with it, we are only to distinguish it towards ourself. 

We may kept running away from it, art…will stay. 

Art will bring us home, 

Art will be home 

Through Art we fall in love, 

Through art, we get back into falling in love 

Thou art, we re-live the paths driven by the darkness 

Thou art, we learn to love;  

We learn to love ourselves, for we are the greatest masterpiece the world may have.