Adnan Majeed is a young boy who studies at Sabir Abdullah Public High School, Wanihoum, Islamabad. Painting is the form of his communicating to the world.
Before the existence of photos and photographers, paintings and painters inspired the world through their expression of ideas and emotions with the creation of certain aesthetic qualities, in a two-dimensional visual language. They continue to inspire people and, of late, they have developed a skill to create three-dimensional art too.
For me, painting has not been just a passion but a language to my ideas. I communicate with the world through brush, colours, and canvas. And on the other hand, paintings communicate with me in different signs. Whenever I finish a painting, my heart pounds so fast that I want to display it on the wall of the world and let the world know what I want to convey. Painting comes to my mind like a poem comes to the poet’s.
I’ve made this painting using oil pastels, this painting shows that waves are inspiring, not because they rise and fall but because they never fail to rise again. We should learn from them.
I am inspired from the mountains of Kashmir especially during winter season. They talk to me in the same language the painting does.
There are some things that we need to know. We are not in shambles, our life is. And then, it goes as some have lost all and all have lost some. Believe me! everyone has lost but still we are not losers.
This is a portrait drawing of a horse, drinking water. Horse reflects power and even the powerful need to quench their thirst.
It is a castle made on paper with the help of poster color. We all make castles in air, the difference is that I also make some on canvas.
Watercolors on paper showing ship travelling in ocean. If your ship doesn’t have the compass of passion, it can get lost like a straw in the air.
She knows nothing and yet she knows everything. Living with that paradox becomes challenging only when you have to consider the constraints of normality.
The different hues of sky are like the different shapes of our imaginations.
To disrupt the darkness, it is not necessary which lamp you carry. What matters is if the lamp carries any light.
A girl with broken wings is a girl with broken dreams. She lives in the darkness of the world, admist the fog of broken promises. She walks on those lonely streets with the burden of her thoughts. She is a hidden mistery with a mask on. Her feets are numb, she is too tired to walk on life, and she is too numb to feel the ice.
I can’t ignore the elephant in the room: Struggle. I have grown up struggling, understanding, knowing, and getting shaped by the war I live in.
