This gestural abstract captures the tension and rhythm of my journey through silence and loss. Each stroke reflects the raw, unfiltered emotions of those years — uncertainty, heaviness, and the quiet unraveling of self. The layers are both struggle and formation, marking the invisible work that would eventually lead me back to creation, hope, and rebirth. Every time I hear the words “parting ways,”  something inside me trembles. It ’s a familiar pull, quiet but sharp. It's like a thread...

This piece from' What if Hope Was a Colour' carries both ache and tenderness. This work asks what hope might look like if it bloomed...

Sometimes you feel the edges fray, the subtle fractures that hum with vulnerability. But, Mon amour… that doesn’t make you fragile. It ...