“An hopeful soul is an art of miracles.”

Choose to live for the moments that make your soul glow.

what the sky is to a bird is like a dream for a dreamer.

You glow like a radiant moon even amidst on ocean of scars.

Chase the butterflies which caused you to dream.

Those little paws gifted me the galaxy of a sweet home.

Be strong enough to bloom even in the storm.

Water your soul with sprinkles of self-love.

Wrap your soul with a blanket of kindness even in all odds.

Believe in the rainbow, rather than a wild storm.

Paint your scars with the ink of hope.

Embrace those storms that lead you to your waves of dreams.

follow the map of your soul even amidst all changes.

Allow your heart to paint a hopeful sky of miracles.

Some thunders are meant to mould your heart into art.

Those gun shots may take their home and wealth, but can’t change their heart.

Even the moon adore the way your brave heart beats.

Art is never finished, only abandoned.

Your life is already artful-waiting, just waiting, for you to make it art.

All art is knowing when to stop.

Where the spirit does not work with the hand, there is no art.

The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance.

Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.

Art was an additional emotion applied to skillful technique.

You use a glass mirror to see your face; you use works of art to see your soul.