lines

the first time i started to paint was when my mum gave me a piece of paper and some pencils to keep me busy. i just loved scribbling, always. i enjoyed every bit of it, of how lines formed on their own with this thing in my hand as i continuously ran over the paper. it amazed me. my father later went ahead and everytime he stepped out of the house, bought me colorpencils of different types. i still have some of them!!

my little sister joined me while i drew, and we had a lot of fun together

my grandfather taught me how to stick to lines and stroke

friends believed in my work and wanted a piece of it..

my man pushed and pushes me to continue my work, inspite of many low-times...

and all of you encourage me and enjoy my painting. i thank each of you to take time to view my work ...

many times i paint for myself and many times i paint with all of you in my mind...and it always did and still always amaze me how each of you take time to see my work and believe in it.

thankyou all and god bless.