Life on Glass
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We are moving on a fragile floor every since we were born. The floor which is as delicate and brittle as a glass yet smooth and bright.
As soon as we try to stop somewhere or try to halt the creaking sound below our feet doesn't allow us to stop. Hence, we are always on the move during war and peace, happiness and sorrow, dead or alive.
The painting I am trying create are made from the bright colours. The colours that capture the high spirit that we act to overcome the narrow passage on this class the colours like resilience, wisdom, gratitude, patience, perseverance, humility and the different shades too.
I welcome you to the gallery.
Do Not Touch. Its Fragile.
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