Into the Abyss * the final yards

The convoluted path that led me through life was a journey of redemption that lead in strange ways:

never anticipated by free will and was never a definite one. Finding yourself in that journey needed a hand from fate and controlling the will.

The smile happened when it was found, what was found is a simple freedom. freedom of expression.

Telling the stories through pigments, absolutely disregarding the rules, But where do you start ?

How do I define art ? Pushing the pigments to tell the story and assume total freedom. Genuinely disregard all the confines of definitions and go at it alone.

Definitions are dead in this abyss. Created a space , an actual space in my mind and named it karma of toxic pigments and started meditation in my man cave and chanted two words , KARMA -- TOXIC PIGMENTS.

Ohm Karma Na- maha

Ohm Toxic pigments Na- maha,

Kill my ego, I own nothing, Lead me into the abyss of pigments, Toxic pigments.