an experement

few line from my pencil

gone were those days

Some times I am missing the olden days, the purity in air the purity in creation and so on.....

gone were those days

Some times I am missing the olden days, the purity in air the purity in creation and so on.....

its my wild imaginetion of ones spychological profile

another fishing area for Dadoo

it is a place of lonely but flowers are talking about Dadoo

Dadoo in his fancy park

I tried with a very common shape to define the space around him .

another drawing from my imagination

dadoo under aqua

I wish if it could me

some of my pencil drawing

I wonder that the value is the best which lead the hue.