If these walls could speak,
They’d tell you all about Art : art is my life, art is the oxygen in my broken lungs, art is my only way to exist, art is me i am art Art comes from the heart. It’s hard comparing you to art But if you were a painting You would be an abstract, A splash of colours, A spiral of emotions, A series of imagination , A whole new perspective. I have fallen in love with art and can’t help but wonder
what comes first: the madness or the art? Art is not meant to be looked at. It’s meant to be lived.
Krishan Chand
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