Every morning, I have to perform the duties involving the job I am doing. I turn on my zombie autopilot, go to work and do whatever I have to do for the day. The creative freedom is not easily attainable, and that is the beauty of it. The secret is about trying to retain your true self and all your emotional values while trapped within the bullshit called “the society.” I enter the corporate building with a smile, a smile that makes me feel different from everyone else. I am not a part of the corporate ladder, I am somewhere at the bottom and do not intend to climb. Manhattan-life-style-stereotype is absurd; a big wealth-gathering game swelling into nothingness. Money doesn’t buy things like emotions, personality, mental health and ability to have a spirit that resists submergence into collective madness of cultural stereotypes. I make no particular statement about art. It is all about simple raw emotions, feelings like passion, sublim...