Its strange the things that affect you and turn your life upside down. Since March of this year, I have not been able to stop thinking that I need to live my life more fuller.Fill it with meaningful things of little bundles of joy. No not a closet of Manolo Blahniks or Christian Dior perfumes.The things that make the people you love remember that about you. Perhaps its because when I took a huge hit with my health and felt to the bottom of soul that it took all of my strength to recover. I had been in self-quarantine those early days in March since I had all the dreaded symptoms of Covid-19 and I didn’t want to take chances giving it to my family.
It took time for me to recover my energy and pay attention to the new demands of my body. We all have time for the things of importance. I had a lot of time to ponder and evaluate.
I thought on the things I did have done differently and the things I have lost over the course of time,all of which I had cherished since my entry into adulthood in my early 20s. That’s when my art muse popped up. She has been haunting me ever since.
A faceless girl representing every Indian girl who had to make those difficult choices in her life. Those choices that our rich culture that’s deeply ingrained demands of us. My muse is a traditional Indian girl at heart but fearless in her motivation. She stands firm in her authority and doesn’t shy from leading the way. She is also knows her path of life and really doesn’t give a damn if she has to do it on her own. So will you follow her!