The purest form of love I have experienced has come from friendships. I have always believed that a soulmate does not have to come from a romantic relationship. A soulmate can be your friend or even a hobby that you cannot live without.
This piece is a self-portrait focused on disconnection from identity. I made this when I was feeling pretty confused about my own identity. The butterfly is supposed to represent the disconnect of soul, and the blood represents disconnect from the body.
“Ruchi, how do you live like this? How will you get married?” my mother shook her head, sifting through the ruins of my room. A dissonant pitch filled the air. Being young, messy rooms, disheveled hair and an outspoken voice were the products of my outright opposition.
Sunday is my day for laundry. My self-care day. It sounds odd that throwing dryer sheets would be my healing space, but it is something I will always be able to do for and by myself. I find a certain peace in the lonesomeness. And a certain endless possibility within it.