Sometimes it is just a moment, a feeling, a certain light or simply the wind passing through and shaking the stillness. 

 

It is the quiet of a rainy night or the rush of Bali’s traffic, It is Berlin’s night-lights from above or the sounds of the waves breaking on the cliff. Art is a place, inside place, outside place..

 

Art is a person, all the persons.

Art is many things and so are we.