A story of a monk

sadly, we have separated our Earth into three halves. The first, second & third worlds & I belong to the third.  Place where a large number of the population has to worry about where their next meal is going to come from. And this is my story. 

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I am a monk, at the age of fifteen, my parents died in a civil war. To seek food I had to join a monastery just outside my town. As a child, I always liked drawings, I would draw anywhere, no walls, no the ground with a stick just about any surface you could think of. I guess when I think of it today, I liked it because it kept me away from all chaos that was around me. In the monastery that changed, I learned how to reach into the inner dimensions of human consciousness. A life of bliss as one may call it. And my paintings are a beautiful craft to portray that lifestyle in the forms of symbols and characters and this is what we bring to you via Chitra gallery.

Tenzing lama -