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  • Showing my work at a the Festival was a surreal experience. Throngs people, kids, old, young, husbands, wives, loners, artists, craftsmen, qawalis, rock bands, story tellers, wanderers of the world, sharing their experiences and wonder alike. A Festival, no less. The vibrancy of it all, the noise and music, so many known and unknown faces.

    Amidst them, us artists, admiring each other's works, hoping that ours would be admired/understood/ enjoyed as well. The humanism of hope, envy, apathy, joy and sharing. I think I always knew that's what it would be like. I just didn't consider that I would be there, as a part of it. So different to an exhibition. So much more vulnerable, open, honest.

    A Festival. Every one should take part in one at least once in their lifetime.
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