Used to love the colors, loved to mix them and observed the change in the tone. Loved the beauty of art. But, as time flies I forget how deep in love i was back then. But, he makes me throw my keyboard away, and hold my brush and colors. He makes me move my hands again at the beat of musics I like. He made me Myself again...

This is a tribute to my love, express on a piece of white dull paper to celebrate our life. I'm no good, but I'm evolving. I really appreciate your comments and critics, for me to be better.