I find myself in a kaleidoscope of ever-changing rhythms, symbols, colors, forms, lines, patterns and textures woven in a single fabric of life. Every moment is full of beauty, silence, life and death. Sometimes, I see invisible worlds and hear whisper of the stones and plants, and sometimes, I find wonder in a seemingly mundane moment – a perfect aesthetic of a rotten log.
I find myself in a kaleidoscope of ever-changing rhythms, symbols, colors, forms, lines, patterns and textures woven in a single fabric of life. Every moment is full of beauty, silence, life and death. Sometimes, I see invisible worlds and hear whisper of the stones and plants, and sometimes, I find wonder in a seemingly mundane moment – a perfect aesthetic of a rotten log.
This is a portfolio of selected works for contemplative viewing. Mauna (मौन) — a word originating from the ancient Indian language Sanskrit, meaning the practice of conscious silence. It is not merely the absence of speech, but a reduction of external stimuli, a contemplative dwelling in presence, and an inner stillness of the mind.