Asim Amjad

We are facing such kind of metal phenomenon that we cannot make sense of; behind the mask of life; “Man” Has become a melancholic clown and his commitments with life have become erotic matter of fact. His spirit demands clarity and calmness of thoughts but who will give “Him” these melodious things which belong to holy spheres. My landscapes are the personification of my innate hidden emotions whom I want to capture. My exhausted soul still breathing in the realm of raped ethical values of my beloved society; searching the beauty of nature in the heart of compassion.