Indeed, in a city there is not much choice to exercise in selecting a house. But to turn a building into a home, gym or office it takes a step further. Our home is our identity, a castle for our soul. A place that reflects ourselves and rejuvenates our life to help us reciprocate more positive energy. When I moved into my first house, I didn't have an idea. I just got all the furniture and electronic appliances I could. Slowly I found that it just became nothing but a prison cell. A place to spend time and to sleep with a roof above my head. I didn't enjoy staying there. I hated to spend time indoors or to even cook my own food, because the loneliness within the house suffocated me. Same were few offices, restaurants or the gyms I frequented. It was later that some sense crept into my actions and thoughts. Knowingly or unknowingly, I filled the empty spaces and walls in my house. The type of buildings I associated with, if I had a choice always had something in common. Just try to recollect what your feelings are when you enter a gym that inspired you most. Same goes into an office or a home or a restaurant. I am not suggesting that sticking a few posters here and there will create a revolution, but to follow the principle of creating your own comfort zone to bring the best out of you.

No one seems to enjoy isolation anymore. Diversity is sacrificed and directed towards neutralization and uniformity. What could be suggested is that to take time to define your nest. If possible, brick by brick. In the process of mass duplication the identity of a home or an office is lost to the technological soundness of a prison cell. But human beings are conditioned to survive and evolve. Even in prison cells they learn to create art and to create a comfort zone. It is our choice to define our existence based on experiences we need to cherish. Yes, a good home always boost our professional and personal life. When we observe the buildings of the past, they were built to express and evoke than to fill a space. Compared to the ones built a century ago, the newly built temples or churches does make our mind more confused than make it comfortable. No matter how much we had progressed, in terms of architecture it is time for introspection or to take a step back. Buildings are expressions too. Many of the buildings of the past has their own identity not because it took years of scientific planning, but its soul was close to ours and that of the nature. Let there be uniqueness in each brick we place so that we can boast of a home that help us to overcome the imperfections of our daily life and remain to be a sanctuary to evolve our lives from. Let each one's home be their castle to nestle their memories and love.

“The way out is through the door. Why is it that no one will use this method?” 

~ Confucius

I never learned painting. And then a day came when I was told, that I must learn the art of painting. Understand the rules and the properties of colours, so that I can express accordingly. There are as many colours as our soul seek to explore. But the world believed that there are just a few established ways to arrange them on a canvas. Scholars were sought, so were the books that I referred. Yet, art eluded me this time. I painted yet couldn't sense the urge to continue or feel the liberation with the final stroke of the brush. Art becomes a commodity created to be consumed within a given time. Just like the bottles of wine, manufactured within a week. Without the seasoned thoughts that evolve out of ecstasy of passion, art seems to elude the essence that must be savored. For a mad man, art is something that lies beyond reality and before a dream. Beyond its physical state, it is a state of mind that is formless yet seeking refuge from reality. For a painter, colours does not depict emotions. They are expressions that cannot be expressed. When mind is forced to travel beyond the threshold of pain, all it passes through is art.

Colours fill the transcended space that is left empty in the mind of the artist. Trying to seek meanings within the spaces that was left empty for emotions to occupy. And these spaces remain empty and that is the core reason why an artist creates art. Artists liberate themselves through expressions. As I met the scholars who screamed names and principles to conquer the realms of immortality, there was a man staring at the horizon at the distance. His thoughts could not be comprehended. He saw a world that never passed though words. Absinthe and cigarettes in his breath his eyes reflected beauty beyond words could explain. He wanted to share that beauty he perceived. He wanted to be loved in the mirth of that beauty. Yet all he could experience was pain. Orange and yellow impasto brought the canvas back to life. From him I learnt that art is expressing what my mind can scream yet the world is incapable of listening. Yes, to explore empty spaces and to fill them with life. A passion in which one has nothing to prove to the world or to claim dominance. Beyond the organized courses in Universities and Doctoral research, there exists a world. A world beyond reality and logic. Madness brings us back in life when our hands are chained by the agony of reality. And from that madness will rise humanity that will understand the pulse of nature. And from nature we will enjoy art and give up our pursuit to prove and understand art. Because, if a soul could be understood, it's expression through art is futile.