I love the smell of pastels... that breaths life into my soul.

I fear the many faces, many personalities in me. Sometimes I fail to understand my self and become deceived by my various selves.

A dark night, lightened up by thousands of glowing fireflies... It’s magical...

Have you ever imagined loving and hating someone so much, exactly at the same time? It is suffocating.

Magic is seeing wonder in nature’s every little thing, seeing how wonderful the fireflies are and how magical are the dragonflies.

Young prince Siddhartha was glorious as the sun, soft and pure as the moon, radiant as thousand glowing stars. He was tall and slender with a golden complexion. His eyes were like deep blue sapphires always shining with intelligence and compassion. Always with a tender smile on his face that would calm any heart and with dark curled up hair, young prince Siddhartha was unmatched to anyone.

The right to lead a life free of fear is a fundamental right of all living beings. But this fundamental right is being brutally violated by humans in animal testing, meat and dairy industry, circus, zoos, aquariums, and sports.

The savior of a living thing owns the living thing. The destroyer of a living thing slays and wastes life, so he does not own a living thing. The living swan belongs to the savior, not the slayer.

I love the smell of pastels...that breaths life into my soul.

Gardening is like landscape painting to me. The garden is the canvas. Plants, containers and other garden features are the colors. I paint on the garden of canvas hoping to create a master piece with my colors.