The irony of Poverty – Ink art

"Poverty is the parent of revolution and crime.โ€ โ€” Aristotle, Greek philosopher -The work in progress- Ink has always been a medium I wanted to explore. This piece of art and concept blew me while I was browsing the net for a topic to start scribbling on. This ended up really well with a mixed... Continue Reading →

Adrift

[Monitor beeping....] [Muffled breathing...] Her body fell into a deeper abyss. Hey eyes felt jaded. She fell into a deeper state of trance. Could it be all the anesthesia that made her feel this way? From the infinitesimal peek between her eyelashes and skin, she could see a faint image of her parents. They looked... Continue Reading →

H.E.A.L

You cannot heal in the same environment that got you sick.You will still be art, even when they stop admiring.So darling, take the brush and own it as the sky and clouds are your canvas.~oishmortal~

Tombstone of joy

Way before we were in a situation of learning more in crisis than in comfort, I came across this moment I captured a few months earlier on my way back home from work. This grandfather came to drop off his grandson everyday without fail at 2 PM in the blaring heat, rain, or chilly afternoons.... Continue Reading →

On the bright side

During the lockdown, enjoy the things that were always free. We were just not free to notice. So I went to the terrace and got some snaps of the sky - sunset. Each time different and each day even more beautiful. Have you even seen the sun and the moon together under the same sky?... Continue Reading →

Of what we are made

The 27 year old me wanders. Being lonely wasn't just what I enjoyed. It's a solitude I found after being out there and being let down. As humans, we find it a mandate to socially connect and roam in groups. Are we all not doing okay now?The soul that sees beauty always works alone. It... Continue Reading →

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