Life is like the wall in the room of our childhood years,
full of little stick figures and childlike scribbles.
How free those stick figures roamed and enjoyed their life on the wall! They would take each other’s hands and live with honesty and affection. These figures, with their big eyes, yearned to see the world around them better. Their world was as clear and pure as crystal.
Their big hearts and long arms showed their generosity and benevolence. They knew true joy and lived their joy every moment.
But with time, things change...
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The stick figures grew and grew, and the wall became smaller and smaller...
And barriers came and put gaps between them; and the figures started losing their shape. As the gaps enlarged, the more deformed the figures became.
And their childhood joy was lost in the stress and work of everyday life.
Soon, all that was left was the voice inside each stick figure’s heart
that still had things to say.
The only way to hear these voices is by entering the silent world.
I silenced myself and began to hear my inner voice which had been quiet in my heart for many years...
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The voice became louder and louder in the silence ...eventually so loud that I was pushed to free the stick figures, so that maybe they could start a new life for themselves.
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My art collection is those living stick figures whose voices are being heard again.
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These figures are trying to get past our mind’s limits and leave this world of stress. And through the journey to the soul, they will discover themselves and surpass Time...