A Time Capsule of Thoughts
Welcome to my little corner of musings, mishaps, and moments—sometimes tied to my art, sometimes just me. Stay curious, and who knows where the stories lead!
I always save the extra gold flakes
from a project to make shell gold
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The inevitable reset…
These past few weeks, I’ve been sitting with a difficult question: What does it mean to be authentic with how I feel? It sounds simple. However, in practice, it has cost me a lot.
Did you sip on any water today?
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By now, I imagined writing this from my new home. Walls dried, routines re-set, everything in its place. However, August had other plans. The rains came, relentless, revealing…
A long time ago in Norse mythology, Baldr, the god of light, beauty, and purity, was killed not by an enemy, but by his blind brother Hodr. Simply because someone else placed the dart in his hand and pointed him toward his brother. That story stayed with me for days…
I found myself saying this out loud as I stared at my planner last week. June crept in quietly, no fireworks, plans only on paper, not yet taken off, and yet brought with it a sense of gentle reckoning.
There’s an invisible thread running through the most meaningful art. Not just in how it’s made — but in how it’s held. It lives in the hands that shape it, and in the hearts that recognize it. A silent understanding between those who create, and those who truly see.
And so, this March, I found myself in Jaipur, unravelling the world of miniature paintings through the eyes of an artist who has spent four decades bringing them to life. We had an immersive week of intensive work, discussion and understanding of the intricacies of this beautiful art.
March is here, and with it comes the celebration of women & their spirit. As we observe International Women’s Day, I’m reminded of a remarkable encounter that left an indelible mark on me.
