There are times when wisdom cannot be found in the chambers of parliament or the halls of academia but at the unpretentious setting of the kitchen table.

Falling in love is very real, but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates, poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then, we met, and everything changed, the cynic has become the converted, the sceptic, an ardent zealot.

Yet, beauty cannot be forgotten, Eternal Wisdom can never die.

... an artist should paint from the heart, and not always what people expect. Predictability often leads to the dullest work, in my opinion, and we have been bored stiff long enough I think.

The simple everyday experiences become the doorway to new thoughts and inspirations.

If you cannot judge a book by its cover, surely we should not judge an author by one book alone?

Ah, the magic of music, with it, all things are possible.