Amongst my illustrations, this is the one I am most proud of.
I get mesmerized by the look in his eyes, mirror of his soul.
Seemingly a flower whose petals submerge a room,
I feel enamored by the beauty of my own imagination
and imagine the beads in his ears sounding rhythmic percussions
taking me back to joyous days
filled with innocence, youth and love
three elements that are no longer in my waking life.