At age nine when kids my age chased dogs and caught dragon flies, I wandered the block collecting ‘stuff’ I called ‘creative junk’. They were safely deposited into a carton I nicknamed ‘My Junkyard’. Soon the junk grew to two, three, four.. ten.. cartons, and when I moved to my apartment two years back I finally created ‘my creative junkyard’ above the garage. My work is inspired by the random objects collected in different periods of life. Random thoughts. Random emotions. Random inspirations. My friends called it trash. They now call it art.
(A write-up for a concept board that I'd done couple of years back, and stumbled on accidentally today. The garage is still a distant dream. But, someday.)
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