This series was a love child of the answer to the question, “Where does love go when there is no one left to give it to?” and the absolute resilience and stubbornness needed to shoulder rib-shattering grief.

Even though born from a place of melancholy and anguish, the art is anything but - with florals adorning corners not just of paper or cloth but also my skin.

After all, there is no reason one cannot alchemise something heavy into something bright.