The Cosmic in the Domestic

For years, I made art in fragments, squeezed into margins, small forays accepted as enough for now. When I was back on the path, imagery spilled out dramatically, dense and unruly, marking a reclamation of creative space. This body of work comes from the rhythms of daily, domestic life, nurturing, homeschooling, mothering, and caretaking.  

Watercolors and ink teach me to listen, flow and bleed; cyanotypes capture fleeting impressions of light and shadow; oil demands pressure, resistance, and revision; clay brings the hands fully into the work.  The imagery is domestic yet expansive: cluttered counters, crumpled cotton saris, weeds, compost, wet sinks, dark nooks, containers, toys, pantries, the colors of food, all become sites where the humble and the profound intersect. I move between observation and abstraction, letting gestures unravel and then settle into imagined ecosystems that feel both internal and cosmic.

Like a wild gardener, I weave chaos with calm, allowing materials, mark-making, and the mundane to guide the intuitive process. I hope viewers encounter my work slowly, intimately, pausing in the midst of their own daily tasks, perhaps balancing a laundry load, so that the work offers a moment of respite amid the vital but unsung labor of caregiving. Across this body of work, I explore inner landscapes, fermented emotions, the energy of daily tasks, sustenance, and the spaces we inhabit, searching for and finding the cosmic within the domestic.