One earth and thousand splendid suns, One muse and infinite unexplored HORIZONS!
The more ME and MY MUSE trot and tread the more new VISTAS unwrap. Some of the hooved tales the sands of times tell, and some of the new stories its winged gallops will script in the annals of times. My muse FLIES WITHOUT WINGS and my COLOURS GUSH UNBRIDLED charting new courses on the RIDGED TERRAINS OF PAPER.
Each stroke a path un-trodden, each splash the uncharted ride into the wide open skies. Skies vast & wide, just like my dreams infinite & unlimited. My muse lends me its HORSEPOWER and I gallop into the new AVENUES of LIMITLESS CREATIVITY driven by the sheer passion to unfold the untold, to unveil the veiled.
POWERED by my MUSE my thoughts straddle into the ROAD LESS TRAVELED.
I discover the old only for something new to UNRAVEL.
My MUSE was there even before ME, my MUSE is here every time with ME.
Through its eyes I have seen the world wide & wise and now saddled by passion I CREATE MY WORLD.
As a child, my wooden rocking horse was my treasured friend with whom I spent numerous joyful moments. The very excitement of having a horse (even if a toy) and riding it made me feel like – I am the KING of the world ! From the all POWERFUL saviour of the world, to the little brave KNIGHT, I played numerous roles rocking on my horse. And in every ‘Avatar’, my buddy of childhood took me on ride to vast SKIES. My every childhood dream came true on the back of my little wooden rocking horse.
My little toy PONY and ME went MERRY GO ROUND THE WORLD and scripted numerous innocent tales of childhood for my family and my now grown up self to tell. Some utterly joyful, some leaving my elders in panic, some the strides of childish innocence and ALL of them HILARIOUS!!!!
Times flew and I grew, so did my muse and our bond. From wooden to real the transformation of friendship was smooth and surreal; because my childhood buddy only changed the forms but never its character. My childhood buddy instilled in my grown up self: COURAGE, STRENGTH, VALOUR, PERSEVERANCE, PATIENCE, BALANCE & WISDOM.
It remained for ME
LOYAL, LOVING, PASSIONATE & CARING
I REMAIN, NEERAJJ MITTRA
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
When Robert Frost spoke these lines to his horse he knew that no one, but only a HORSE can understand the depth of these human sentiments. The sentiments of heart’s longing to stop for a MOMENT WITH THE MOMENT, but the call of the hour to keep walking as MOMENTS ARE THE MOMENTS.
The thought of resting down for a while but the wisdom that rest is only for the REST of the world.
Those who wish to take the road less traveled, those who have open skies to fly; every MILE IS A NEW MILESTONE and every MILESTONE IS A NEW MILE.
TIME NEVER RESTS and NOR DOES A HORSE, TIME TICKS & HORSE TROTS!
“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain ARTIST once you grow up”, said the legendary Pablo Picasso.
I am truly blessed that because of my muse by my side since childhood, I have been, I am and I remain – AN ARTIST
Visual Artist, Art Curator, Gallerist & Explorer of Life