This portrait is not just of an old man—it is of Time itself. I studied the light that settles on age and allowed my pencil to trace not just form, but the emotion within each crease. His eyes carry the weight of unspoken wisdom and the kindness of a soul weathered but awake.

This portrait captures a quiet moment of introspection—a woman lost in memory, wrapped in the timeless elegance of a green silk saree. Her gaze is lowered, not in submission, but in sacred reflection. The red blouse glows like embers against the calm of green—symbolizing the fire within the calm. I wanted the texture of tradition and the intimacy of untold stories to speak through every fold of her drape and the melancholy in her eyes.

This watercolor forest is a memory of walks taken alone, where sunlight filters through thoughts like it does through trees. I painted it in layers, letting the pigment flow as freely as the breeze between the trunks. There’s an intentional quietness here, but not emptiness—just nature listening back. Each tree is a witness, each shadow, a soft breath of peace. This is not a place—it’s a pause.