After six years of study, digging deep into visual culture and fine art, and a soul-stirring stint through the Rajasthani desert with friends, one thing became clear to me, we in the West seriously need to chill the f#@&! out.
We are not wired to carry the world’s heartbreak, headlines, and horrors 24/7. The barrage of drama, betrayal, violence, and power plays, streamed straight into our palms, is overwhelming. Our communities are unable to process global trauma at this scale. Human beings are simply not designed for that load. We were built to move, to breathe, to be together. Not to scroll endlessly through catastrophe. For me, the weight of disconnection, of losing trust, of losing calm, has been my greatest stressor. And so I paint. Art has become my way of finding stillness in the storm. It’s where I loosen the grip of anxiety. It’s where I wrestle with hope and dread, with memory and loss, through form and infinite space.
‘What Remains Grows’ is my response to a world out of breath. It’s a quiet rebellion against noise. A meditation in colour and shape. A reminder that amid the chaos, there is room to expand, to reflect, and to grow.
The Remembering Machine
When The Earth Remembered
Matilda's Freedom
The Ibis And The Glass House
Daughter Of Embers andf Echo
Freedom Of Spirit
Blinded Perch
History Cannot Be Erased
Ruin in the CRown
Ritual Remains
Contained (The Logic Of The Cage)
Unbound (The Scatter Of The Seeds)
Ascend (Return To The Sky)
The Sky Between Us Is Infinite Love
Echoes Of Eden
Solar Memory
The Invisible Cradle
Neither/ Nor Am/ I Am Not
The Sky Remembers
The Fire Remembers
I Am Form, I Am Field
The Ratio of Memory
A New Holding
The Veil Between Us
Stillness in the Frame
Illusion of Lightness
Illusion of Lightness
