I ventured into every art medium I could get my hands on; oil, stained glass, acrylics, watercolors, interior design, music, and poetry. By the time I was in my 20’s, I had tried almost everything from playing the Sitaar, Ghazals, knitting, embroidery, and charcoal to experimenting with different styles like contemporary, abstract, and realism, but it wasn’t until my sister took a class in silk painting and taught me the basics that I really fell in love.

Silk painting by definition is the use of dyes and textile paints on refined and pure silk.

An art form originating from the depths of several different ancient Chinese and Vietnamese cultures that traveled all over the world to become what it is today. A mode of art which is much less common than most, but almost transformative in practice. Everything from the delicacy of its handling, the evolution of the textile with every brush stroke and movement of the dye, to watching the way that it spreads freely without bounds was almost liberating. It became the way that I spoke back to nature.