Desert Village Had a Stepwell

I am a fervent storyteller who is always attempting to tell the story of silence and as words can't do justice to the story, I paint.We spend hours of solitary afternoons at places with mossy walls or softened wood of old furniture. We fall in love with a peaceful evening, we spend watching nothingness while staring at some landscape with our physical eyes. I started to paint those mossy damp walls, the shady dark corners, the coldness of lands, the drama of lights and shadows, the distinct s... Read More