The visual language and aesthetics of these native ancient tribes assimilated into my cognizance, in my visual perception. It was indeed tough to describe in words – no narrative seemed to be appropriate. Some engrossed and lost sadness or an overwhelming sense of joy recursed in my entire vision. An abstract transliteration replaced the signs and symbols. A quest to unveil the eternal mystery excited me. Apparently, it appeared to be meaningless – but it gave birth to the authority to express oneself where the sheer joy of creation overpowered the ‘whats’ and ‘hows’ of it….read more