Anu Redway

Using artistic parables to communicate love; value; and the human experience

05/25/2026

As always, thanks for your comments and inputs!!

There are a lot of insights that I appreciated. I’m highlighting the one that I thought was particularly unique!

even though it’s not showing the completion of the painting feel free to go on my last post and give your input on what you would either name the painting or the interpretation that you received from it!

05/18/2026

Apparently I miscalculated when I said I started this painting a few years ago…

I started it back in 2021. 😅

This piece has been sitting with me through different seasons, different versions of myself, and honestly, different levels of readiness.

I’m glad I didn’t finish it back then because, considering the meaning, I definitely wasn’t ready.

It’s beautiful seeing where I was and coming back to it almost 5 years after its inception.

Slowly. Patiently. With new eyes. 🌱

05/14/2026

I started this painting in 2022

Then life happened.

I stopped right here, with this woman rooted in the middle of a red storm, reaching upward while her body became something between a figure and a tree.

I didn’t know it then, but maybe that was the point.

Some things don’t get finished right away because we’re still becoming the person who can finish them.

Before I begin my next series, I’m returning to the unfinished pieces. Not to rush them. Not to force them. Just to listen again.

Considering the meaning, I definitely wasn’t meant to finish it when I started it.

More soon.

05/11/2026

If you follow me, I’m kind of a broken record about this day.

Mother’s Day is beautiful.

And it’s complex.

For some, today feels joyful, full, and sacred. For others, it brings up rage, anger, anguish, grief, longing, disappointment, or memories that are still tender to touch.

This is my first Mother’s Day, and that makes it incredibly special. But even in the joy, I can’t ignore the weight this day carries for so many people.

This painting is called Complex Realities.

A hen with her chicks. Blood. A plant growing from a broken egg.

Because sometimes motherhood, womanhood, family, love, loss, and becoming don’t arrive clean and simple. Sometimes life is born right next to grief. Sometimes growth comes from what cracked open. Sometimes we’re nurturing while we’re still healing.

So wherever you find yourself today, in the high, the low, the celebration, the ache, or somewhere in between… you’re not alone.

There is room for all of it.

Sending my hugs, prayers, and songs of joy your way.

Happy Mother’s Day. Gently. 🤍

05/07/2026

Scarcity

Sometimes the hardest thing to release isn’t the person, the place, or the thing itself.

It’s who we believed we were with it.

The version of us that felt chosen.
Needed.
Safe.
Valuable.

And when it’s time to let go, fear starts talking loud.

“What if you never find this again?”
“What if starting over is too hard?”
“What if this was the best you could have?”

But scarcity lies.

It tells us that our worth is attached to what we can keep.
It tells us that releasing something means losing ourselves.
It tells us that beginning again is failure, when sometimes beginning again is mercy.

This piece is about the grip.
The ache of opening your hand when everything in you wants to close it.

But maybe letting go isn’t proof that you lost.

Maybe it’s proof that you’re finally trusting there’s more life on the other side of what you were afraid to release.

05/05/2026

I’m thanking everyone for their amazing contributions and interpretations of my painting from my last post. Some of the perspectives people shared completely surprised me - if you haven’t already feel free to comment and share in my last post what you see!

12/04/2025

Trying to post by color. Running a clearance sale! Let me know what catches your 👁️

White Selection:

11/16/2025

Hello everyone, long time no see ♥️. I disappeared for a while to focus on being a part of the greatest art project I’ve ever had the honer, privilege, and blessing to incubate. This is my testimony: My sweet rainbow baby is here. Happy Sunday everyone ♥️

05/12/2025

Hope all the moms are safe and surrounded by love. Mother’s Day is not happy for everyone. It’s such a complex celebration. So if you’re dealing with a lot today, I pray you’re with people who love you. If today is a source of joy, I’m glad you are surrounded by love. Hope you all got through the day in peace.

Much love 😘.

Here’s a painting that celebrates moms. It’s meant to display various emotional complexities that involve being a mom.

Currently displayed