For the longest time, I held a vision — a desire to paint the silent, stunning dialogue between the soul and the cosmos. Finally, it found its voice on this canvas.
This artwork is more than colors or shapes.
It’s a whisper to the grieving heart. A call to those who feel lost, heavy, or too weary to take another step.
It’s a reminder that there’s beauty within you — as vast, radiant, and luminous as the universe.
As a Mudra Therapist, I often share that our body is a replica of the universe. What we hold inside — be it pain, peace, or potential — reflects outward. When we begin to heal, reflect, and realign within, our external reality transforms in response.
This painting is a celebration of that sacred alignment.
I could picture the skies in a place near the Himalayan range. Sometimes, thick clouds and rain hide the beauty. But we wait. Because we know — once the rain stops and the skies clear, magic happens.
We finally get that breathtaking glimpse we came for — the snow-capped peaks, the sparkling stars, the vast, open sky. That one clear moment makes all the waiting worth it.
Life is the same.
The grief. The chaos. The numbness. These are temporary clouds. If we sit with them, breathe through them, and gently honor their presence, our inner sky begins to clear too.
Healing is not a destination — it’s a homecoming to your own light.
So, if you’re feeling broken right now, pause. Breathe. Look within.
Like in the painting — the airplane doesn’t run from the dark; it moves toward the light. And that’s our path too.
Face your storms. Fly through them.
Because beyond the darkness… a new sun is always waiting to rise.
