Roshan ART

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Side by side

For this plate study entitled Shoes/Bag Place Ideation, the piece began as something ordinary—a bag (a pet carrier), an object meant to hold and transport. But in its transformation, it became something far more intimate: a body. The pet carrier takes on the weight of a mother’s womb, enclosed yet alive, a space not just of containment but of becoming. Its structure suggests both protection and confinement, echoing the paradox of motherhood itself—nurturing, yet marked by sacrifice.

At the front, a stitched wound interrupts the surface. It is deliberate, surgical. The lacing mimics the closure of a Caesarean incision, turning the act of opening into an act of revelation. When unlaced, the object does not simply open—it gives birth. Inside, a softly lit figure emerges, connected by an umbilical cord, a fragile tether between dependence and separation.

The use of a bag form grounds the piece in the everyday, invoking the labor and mobility often associated with women’s bodies—carrying, enduring, moving. Yet here, the act of carrying is internalized and made visceral.

In this work, birth is not hidden—it is exposed, constructed, and reimagined. The viewer is invited to confront the layered realities of motherhood: the body as a container, the body as a site of incision, and ultimately, the body as origin.

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To every artist—whether you paint, perform, write, design, or create in your own unique way—your passion keeps the world alive with meaning and imagination. Even when inspiration fades or doubt creeps in, your drive to keep creating is what makes art powerful. Keep going, keep expressing, and never lose that fire within you 🔥💯❤️
Excited to share my latest art plates, soon!

She doesn’t raise the dead —
she re-threads them.
A turn of the lever,
a whisper through the needle,
and another face is sewn back into existence.
Time frays.
Skin folds.
Thread pulls tighter than memory.
In her hands, nothing is ever truly torn —
only re-stitched, reshaped, and quietly returned…
one seam at a time.
Vintage bones, rustic hands,
and a machine that hums like it remembers everyone.
Careful where you look —
you might find yourself hanging by a thread.

A slow kind of beauty—plein air painting makes the ordinary feel mesmerizing. Where nature becomes both subject and studio, raw and effortlessly captivating . 🌿🎨

BTS of our December group work 💕

"Love, the ornament that Christmas angels hang on the tree of our hearts." 🪽
Sharing some photos of my "Dilang Anghel" amulets.

May this Christmas remind us that even in the darkest nights, hope is born—and gratitude keeps it alive. 💕

Happy Holidays to all! 🥂🎉