I am not a professional artist. My works have never been sold but are displayed in England, Turkey, China and Malaysia.
Growing up, I had a habit to day-dream, draw and doodle even when I sleep. The earliest education I had was during Secondary School. I remember distinctly my teacher told me to ensure neither blank spots nor pencil marks should be visible. I got an A for it, but Fine Art never crossed my mind. I did not pursue Art related studies either as my priority was just to study abroad and have my adventures. My dream was in the hands of my sponsor. Half awake, I followed the path laid infront of me.
The dream started with A-Levels at Sherborne School, a school surrounded by history and spires at the heart of Dorset, South of England. There, I got exposed to Impressionism, Surrealism, Ruben's, Klimt's and Van Gogh's while supposedly dedicating my time for Physics, Economics, Maths and Add. Maths. I browsed through posters at bookshops, scanned the horizon, the landscape, the spires, the flowers. Was I transfixed by the beauty or am I still day-dreaming!!!
Practicality landed me a degree in Electronics & Mathematics though my years in Nottingham was also invested in the pursuits of arts, theatre, music, chess and being dazed and confused. Driven by fear, I presevered, with Joint Honours secured, my passion start to be blurred behind reality's door.
Career started, love and family began. Interest took second stage to committments. Second honeymoon in London was also spent visiting galleries admiring Turner's and Hockney's. Such is love it lingers.
Then in February 2009, triggered by family bonding idea, the first attempt in Abstract Expressionism got me hooked!! Mid-life crisis begun and the ship set sail in a seascape of artistry!!!
I had moments, spending the night till the break of dawn, sketching, drawing and painting. Such is passion, I was obsessed, intoxicated but never mad!!! Or so I thought!? I have amassed evidence of my trysts for all to see, raw, primal and unrefined. Inspirations abound, bounded by introversion.
Now, joining a "hobby" class, the knots unravel, inner me resurface and "Bon Aventura", the journey resume. Looking for the compass that was lost. Lost in the pursuit of practicality. Thankfully, my sanity is saved by the will of Allah and the love of my family.