Not all lives fit in neat little squares. Some are rivers that refuse the banks, Some are wings that won’t trace the sky’s lines. In a world of rules—will you still play free?
Beneath the crescent moon’s soft gaze, a woman cloaked in woven selves
meets the puppet shaped by duty’s hand. Lotus blooms whisper: you are more. Moonlight cradles her quiet truth— not the dancer, nor the dance, but the hand that writes the song. She lays the strings aside,
and rises whole.
In one hand, the mind — a vessel of thought, on the other, an ear — open to the silence. From the crown, blossoms rise, rooted not in soil, but in awareness.
Here, intellect meets intuition, and wisdom blooms where listening begins.
More than a portrait, this piece is a perspective a face woven with flowers, butterflies, and leaves,
echoing nature’s harmony in every hue and curve. Like the sky, ever-changing yet always beautiful, it invites us to see human diversity not as difference, but as design. A quiet challenge, a gentle reminder: every soul is a masterpiece, worthy of love, just as it is.
Celebrating the incense of womanhood and calling out women to have each other’s back. Our bonds are sacred and friendships divine.
This painting depicts strong women having a chat, a gossip party. But what’s the topic of discussion?
Those who crack not from sun, but unseen flame within, once were green hills, now bear fire on their skin. Their fury erupts like mountains torn apart and in the silence after, echoes a scorched heart.
A veiled face, more than custom— a symbol of silenced expression,
of roles carved by unseen hands, where voices fade behind walls within. Snakes whisper of change, earth-born and true, a peacock unveils beauty once hidden from view. Beyond the blue door, endless skies await—
if we dare to unbox the self, and choose our fate.
A vibrant, symbolic painting of a clown joyfully juggling while a father carries a child on his shoulders. Behind the playful colors and balloons lies a quiet story of emotional endurance and hidden struggle. “Masked Men” honors the unseen strength and love many men carry behind a smiling facade.
In becoming a mother, she gave up parts of who she was
Juggling roles, smiling through the chaos, carrying it all. While she cares for everyone, no one asks about her Who she was before she became “Mom”
Your pain holds wisdom.
Your silence holds strength.
And even when the world feels empty, faith can make flowers bloom. There is always hope—sometimes, it starts as just a single sapling.
Two women, bent not by age but by adjustment—to pain, silence, and “how it’s always been.” This painting reflects the quiet weight carried by generations of women.
It’s time to break the cycle.
We often carry the weight of hurtful words from loved ones, shaping ourselves around doubt and losing our light. But through self-reflection, we can break free, rebuild confidence, and rediscover who we truly are. Why is the crow behind the mirror? What is it hiding?
The silent struggle and resilience of women oppressed by society’s narrow roles. Ever noticed how suppression dims their inner light—but the divine feminine, like nature, always rekindles their spirit. There’s always one wildflower who rises, defies judgment, and dares to be free.
A powerful symbol of creation, destruction, and rebirth—Kala embodies the unstoppable force of feminine energy. Rooted in wisdom, resilience, and grace, she rises through suppression and calls us to do the same. Let the fierce, nurturing power within you rise.
