Acrylic painting of a South Asian woman holding a plant, inspired by grief and motherhood.
Acrylic painting of a South Asian woman holding a plant, inspired by grief and motherhood.
Acrylic painting of a South Asian woman holding a plant, inspired by grief and motherhood.
Acrylic painting of a South Asian woman holding a plant, inspired by grief and motherhood.

In Her Care

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I painted this in a place of deep sadness—when words felt too heavy and silence felt too loud.
It became a way to sit with my grief, a reminder also of my mother’s story.

She is a woman who moved through life with quiet resilience, pouring herself into the care of plants. Every leaf she nurtured was an act of devotion. She didn’t just grow a garden—she built a sanctuary.
And in that sanctuary, we bloomed.

This piece is a reflection of her love, her sorrow, and the way her care made things—made us—grow.
It’s also a reflection of my own grief. Of how art became a container when I needed somewhere to put the ache.

Add this piece to your collection or gift it to someone who understands that healing and growth often come together.

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I painted this in a place of deep sadness—when words felt too heavy and silence felt too loud.
It became a way to sit with my grief, a reminder also of my mother’s story.

She is a woman who moved through life with quiet resilience, pouring herself into the care of plants. Every leaf she nurtured was an act of devotion. She didn’t just grow a garden—she built a sanctuary.
And in that sanctuary, we bloomed.

This piece is a reflection of her love, her sorrow, and the way her care made things—made us—grow.
It’s also a reflection of my own grief. Of how art became a container when I needed somewhere to put the ache.

Add this piece to your collection or gift it to someone who understands that healing and growth often come together.

I painted this in a place of deep sadness—when words felt too heavy and silence felt too loud.
It became a way to sit with my grief, a reminder also of my mother’s story.

She is a woman who moved through life with quiet resilience, pouring herself into the care of plants. Every leaf she nurtured was an act of devotion. She didn’t just grow a garden—she built a sanctuary.
And in that sanctuary, we bloomed.

This piece is a reflection of her love, her sorrow, and the way her care made things—made us—grow.
It’s also a reflection of my own grief. Of how art became a container when I needed somewhere to put the ache.

Add this piece to your collection or gift it to someone who understands that healing and growth often come together.