Even though any good or bad situations happened in life, my breath was still in and out regularly.
Happiness and sadness, past and present passed from my heart through arm and finally hand as drawing on the canvas. The linings were drawn slowly and repeatedly with smooth movement into directions just like they are alive. My hand, eyes and consciousness were combined together at the moment, my mind was calm and in peace. Anxiety was replaced with concentration on my pen, and then I was delighted by the present moment. There were meditation, calmness and peace as if the way of art was a therapy that healing and restoring balance to my soul.
Jiratchaya Pripwai