Many years ago, when I embarked on my artistic journey, I penned a verse ,that captured the essence of my inspiration. Though my artworks have evolved over time, my inspiration which I articulated nearly two decades ago, remains unaltered…..

​I do not know when I had my first brush with art.
Perhaps when as a child my mother made mountains of rice with a egg yolk sunrise, to engage me as she fed me.
Or when I arranged my cupboard with her, stacking the reds and the blues in separate piles.
At the age of five I painted the cat.
I touched an alligator in the zoo. It reminded me of lychees brushing my legs as I climbed a tree at my grandfathers house.
My mothers lustrous pearls from Basra remind me of war.
Looking at a bright yeIlow Rothko I smell ripe Alphonso mangoes.
I love watching sun rays race through the stratosphere.
And fast cars shine on the streets of London.
I love watching plants grow.
I love smiling eyes.
And I love a tube of rich Blue paint.

People often ask me, What’ next?
The short answer is
I do not know..
what I do know is that as long as I am immersed in my practice and remain curious, something wonderful will emerge from my journey, most likely when I least expect it.

Recently, I've embarked on a journey of exploration with decaying cracked material, generative art and embraced collaborative projects. I firmly believe that combining waste materials with the efficiency of technology becomes a potent catalyst for excellence and sustainability in our world.
I am constantly seeking new angles, new perspectives, and new media. And I never know what will be next.