The journey of an artwork may vary from artist to artist. But I truly believe, it starts within the heart somewhere. The restless red then births an expression, the body, a slave means to put it out, and the artwork, an end to that expression. Sometimes these expressions can set the artist free. Like a stabbed knife is pulled out of ones's chest. One will bleed and one will hurt...but one can't ignore that momentary magical relief where one feels one with the universe. That satisfaction of throwing it back into the universe... from where it came perhaps. For all those who he'art... I revel in that moment with you and wish you more moments like these.
Abstract of Viveek Sharma, Painter (Mumbai, India)