the streets are quiet. the world around acrid.
searching in a hurry. a fight without victory.
sweat trickles down along the lines of his frown.
the taste of blood brings back memories in a flood.
helter skelter he runs.. veins filled with acid.
a creature of the night walks towards the light..
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- Meet Ritz anytime anywhere and he will impishly tear down the left-overs of ‘sense and sensibility’ in your stock. Though a martial artist himself, he never uses combat skills when his sharp wit, dumbfounding repartee and flabbergasting jokes suffice to knock down the hoi-polloi. Though one might choose to wrestle with him as he charges you with his outrageous jests, it’s always a lost battle. To breathe easy and be safe and sane, it’s advisable not to enter the eerie, cryptic territory of Ritz’s reasonings. Else, there’s no escape from those splits in the stomach and the land of guffaw. Collating both tribal and urban influences, corresponding to what he has experienced, he has been successfully involved in improving urban architecture and imagery. He is stepping forward to seek new challenges and opportunies. Soul-searching, diva-hunting, JeetKuneDo-mastering, forever-trailblazing Ritz is looking ahead to the ever unknown road and all geared up to intensify the industry with his up and coming contemporary art. His acclaimed work is diverse — from oils & acrylics, street murals and set designs to customised cars, denim jackets, skirts, T-shirts and even trainers.
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