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I have tried in my paintings not to bring any beauty to rough terrains. In the fusion of the rough and the plain, I have looked for those walls and those people, light, darkness, lanes, snakes and lotuses. While I travel on the wings of the crow at night, I look for my ancestors too. The search is still on. Chances are, it will go on. I love to laugh at myself. I do so this time too. | |
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