Art is the lie that enables us to realize the truth.
Desperate were those times when I had no one to play in sweat drenched season of summer. Not a single thirsty crow symbolized his ancient tale. With the melting crayons I scribbled away the rough surface of bleached paper.I always imagined things, creatures and patterns beating against my calvaria. Shouting, to create them to release the mighty thoughts. But I never had curvilinearity in my wrist to draw them.
As the time passed, graphic design was my solace. Tapping, whiping and scratching the hardened glass of cellphones, tablets. Created creatures out of my thought basket. Fascinated by surrealism since birth I created a lot of art stuff. Residency and medical education always hindered my passion and balancing both was out of question. After so long, I really created something which I always wanted to....
Here is one such piece which was inspired by floral notes of someone's ever lingering perfume. Thanks to this the neural plasticity for triggering olfactory memories.
Model- Stock photo from pixabay
Software- Adobe Photoshop, Afterlight, Over.