....................THE LINE AND I ..................................................... The dot that ventures in the space of the canvas, creating a trajectory of its journey - is a line...... That line is as much a surgical cut through space-time, as it is a chronicle of that journey................... Up close it becomes a stroke of variable widths and lengths, flowing towards a mysterious goal, reluctant to reveal itself..................It meets other lines, creates patterns, outlines spaces, rises, dives, flies out and breaks off............. Disappears...........................Reappears disguised. ..................Drops the pretense, manifests itself in unapologetic colors........................................  I and the line fuse. What I cannot say - the line expresses.  It maps the territory of I and of us. Unique and universal, original and common, humble and extravagant, uncharted yet familiar.............................. The line draws from many sources............................. Fresh and clear, murky and bitter,I follow it wherever it takes me........ Perhaps it goes where the I is yet to go........................