My journal is my life. Every page of the journal I fill with color or ink describes me, my life, my messed up head. Every pattern or every sketch drawn in that journal portray my experiences throughout. It is that one thing apart from a novel that I carry with me always, with a black... Continue Reading →
I am different and not like the usual girls who are just superb with makeup and other usual girly girons.
Long, skinny losthead wakes up, rubs his eyes, freshens up, wears his beanie, puts on his frames, picks up his alpha and now he is ready to roll the city. Verbally silent, while his head is working its way through... creating extraordinary out of the ordinary with the help of his Alpha. "I am not... Continue Reading →
Expressionism - a style of art where the artist seeks to represent the inner world of emotion rather than external reality. So, I recently went to the National Gallery of Modern Art in New Delhi with my group. My group consisted of 4 people, all creative, innovative and pretty good at what they do(next blogpost).... Continue Reading →