Your identity might vary from person to person. The girl next door might call you a punk, your high school teacher might call you a psychopath and your relatives might call you a sociopath. But that doesn't matter, does it? What matter is how you identify yourself or in other words the true identity. But it's not so simple as it sounds. The identity you keep to yourself seems to be so tied up in the different kinds of roles you play in your day to day life. You might see yourself as a student/teacher, a son/daughter, a brother/sister, a dreamer and a seeker. But that's not the problem, the problem is if you stop playing any one of these roles you suddenly loose your identity. So is your identity the combination of the roles that you play? Remember what Batman said? "It's not who I am underneath, it's what I do that defines me." These roles that you play triggers different kinds of thoughts, feelings and ideas. And they determines what you do and ho
My passion of drawing didn't start in any art school or by the help of any instructors, I didn't even attend one for starters. Well it may have started when I was in Kindergarden or maybe even before that. I remember drawing a little girl by a lake, I remember drawing horses, I remeber drawing Tinkerbell after reading Peter Pan. And for college I went to a businese school so I sort of deviated from my dream job of being an artist. After college, I started working as an assistant accountant, I didn't like my job role hence I had to face alot of pressure. I tried meditation, it didn't work, I tried going to a gym it didn't work and atlast I sat down and drew what I was going through. After drawing the above image I felt like all of my stress just disappeared. At that moment I felt like I was born again. I was able to express my emotions through my art. It was then I heard about Mandala art. Everyday after work I started drawing my day in the form on Mandal