BY WHO???

This should ideally consist of the reasons as to why I became an artist.

But for me, if art wasn’t there I would not have survived.

Art is an expression they say, but what if I tell you it’s life for me, I have tried living away from it but all I could think of is how it makes me question my own existence when I am not creating.

Who am I, who is Reeva Sonkar without art, probably just bunch of bones and flesh with a brain

(the selfish most part of them all running it’s course of survival)

But what about the heart? well he is art & for me to be an artist is all there is to be.

I do not have one person I relate to. In my surroundings everyone seems real but mechanical somehow. I even have some of it in me. I will get to that part later. It’s one hell of a story.

As for me I am a woman who likes colours, sparkles, magic and questions everything around her. I like talking in depth about one topic. With me people claim time runs fast, night changes colours and mornings don’t stand a chance. I'm in my own little world. Writing this blog is my way of welcoming you into it.

Art gives me a way of saying the most without having to talk. Every stroke runs a new story or at least the chapter of it. Behind every piece is a journey and a story that no one knows about. It's a deep dive of memories, phases good or bad

It's a plague, then a flood and then complete drought all in one.

It's true that the mind in itself is an alchemy of the soul's experience through timelines.. could be different lives to the phases of one.

So how do you say you know one when you don’t remember your own old lives and the phases the soul lived by or when you yourself condemn the version of who you once were in this current stage of existence.

It's the claim that causes paranoia, the itch and that stitch to refine and define.

As an artist I claim to evoke displeasure through the ways of those who “know it all” because one simply cannot.

I believe its the moments: the ever changing, dynamic sport, which causes effect. The right direction could be far fetched but if stacked it becomes ideal.

No matter, No source, No human knows it all.

Its just you in the moment that makes it through.

Many can call it action, many can call it fate. For I, it's art.

It's the fraction of time stacked that i chose to convert my thought into strokes consciously, after creating a million of those I create an image, god knows how many “times readjusted/disliked or discarded.

But the constitution makes it whole! Creating a sole identity.

Through my blogs I want to talk and share my emotions raw and pure.

Welcome to my world full of thoughts.

It's a pleasure atleast for now & That's for sure.