“Have you still got your space? Your soul, your own and necessary place where your own voices may speak to you, you alone, where you may dream. Oh, hold onto it, don’t let it go.” - Doris Lessing, Nobel Prize Lecture 2007
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.