Merry Christmas
Back then, it was night, a dark cold night with murky silence .He glanced through the window, there the passerby of the dusking locality fades out slowly. Insomnia stuck its pins into his eyes .He had buried himself into the deep thoughts. Saint Nicholas murmured, this is the time that he should pay back to his people for what they stood beside him all through the year. The spirit evokes. The podium stages the drama– and the artist falls apart, his tool became protagonist, Space and time, Fate and Chance became the forces to unlock the art, from the moment we enter this atmosphere we are in the flow of it and wished that we could make it linger or felt time slow on a festive spirit.