The moment I saw it I knew I had to have it. In this image, a small round ball, bathed in light, has come to a stop on a dark cliff, a precipice. The scene is crepuscular and restful, and suggests absolute balance and poise. It represented everything that was missing in my life that day, and seemed a perfect antidote to the chaos and cacophony on the streets outside the gallery. Unaccustomed as I am to acquiring original pieces of art, I bought it, and it now hangs on my wall exuding a meditative calm as I head through the door each day into the jaws of the real world. So naturally, when a series of events leads to the possibility of my meeting the artist, Mohammad Fokhrul Islam, I jump at the chance.

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