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| Trapped, pen and ink on paper, Artist : Soumen Bhowmick |
No matter what you do or what your mind make your think, it's always darkness around here.
Fools do exist in my world of mediocrity and sin. They thrive and take a long time to perish.
They enter your world with free will and vanquish your sanity with their foolishness.
That's their beauty dear.
Art is now a fool's business to run. Business, I do call it in all my true senses, not drunk friends, believe me.
Society is punishing us for our indulgences, for our honest lust for freedom. Freedom to express, freedom to
smell that last breath of life, freedom to make love to art, freedom to delve into our dark and lone-some alleys of existence. Freedom is the least available and chased by so many. Art is fooling around for a long time now. Time to face the music of destiny, the song of the forgotten hero will be played now, again and again. Go, take your side with the devil or the vanquished. Your choice will lead you to the depth of no return. The days of glory is now over, dark clouds of doubts are friends around. So just fool around with the clouds of deceit and few choices. Walk the path of hard pebbled roads, moron listen to your soul. For it never lies on purpose.
The lights in my studio are now dimmed to escape the glare. The once loved images of art openings are
troubling the senses. The crowd is missing, the voices of holy buyers are few and getting rare to find
by every passing day. Carry on with the salvage of your destiny dear friends. We all are left with the fallen air castles that we once ruled!
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