About Gayatri Artist

                I am someone who prides myself on being a painter. But I have often lamented that I was born a poor man without even the basic necessities of food, clothing, shelter, etc. I have felt disappointed and sad because I don't have enough money to realize many things that are blooming in my mind. It seems that the life of the artist can be compared to the life of a butterfly. It emerges from the organic pores of the soil as a worm, crawls unnoticed for some time in the soil, and then hibernates in a self-made pupa. After a short period of dormancy, the pupa splits and emerges as a colorful butterfly. Even as it flits in front of our eyes, spreading its colors in such a way as to attract all the beholders, it is performing a great act of nature. A butterfly makes its short life worthwhile by collecting pollen from a honey-drinking female flower and depositing it on a male flower. In fact, no artist does that. I don't think art is just philosophical. It is a tool. A powerful tool to fight against injustices. The artist is a warrior, a warrior who fights injustice and evil with his art. I think that every scientific development of the new age goes hand in hand with art. So let the world be a paradise of peace and happiness. I am a moth that thrives in it. . . .