My Journey

Hi, I am Bhavana. And I am so glad that you are here. Thank you for dropping by this space to learn a bit more about me and my work and all the process that goes behind it. Here I am, creating art that is making me feel so special. Although I had an avid thirst for art right from the start, I was led into believing that Art can only be a hobby and can never pay the bills.

Although both my parents were artists with degrees in fine arts, they never wanted me to trudge the same journey and face consequences which they had to undergo for following their dreams. They knew the setback was real. An artist from India, without the right tools and a mindset not made for business, can be a difficult road. And so I was to follow a very general path, pursue my education and take up a desk job. Because my parents wanted me to be safe and sound.

But in doing so, and to safeguard my sanity, somewhere I was killing my creative calling which was always right beside me, nudging me and calling me for greater things. I was always asked to choose the right colours for my friends’ dresses, curtains, family home interiors, and decor in general. And I used to happily oblige their requests, simply because it satisfied my thirst to be creative at all times. And then finally the day came, I lost both my parents one by one. And the grief surrounded me like a flame never to be extinguished. Every single day was a reminder that I was in the wrong place.

My parents’ absence made me miss the art even more because I was no longer seeing it, touching it, or even soaking it, in any sense. In other words, the art stopped coming. I panicked! Because I was not made to be away from it. I needed art in my life, if not from me but from somewhere else.

I decided to pick up the brush. For the time came, when I had to pull myself out of the anxiety-driven life, the big hole that was made by their absence. And now growing bigger day by day.

I took the plunge and I was swayed off my feet. It was the best moment of my life. I was on a roll. I started journaling my work on Instagram. Likes and comments started pouring in. And I still didn’t take myself seriously, if not for a wonderful community that I slowly became part of on social media that encouraged me every single day to stay on course and not lose hope.

And the family of course. My strongest support pillars- sisters, brothers, cousins, relatives and of course my husband. All came forward to walk beside me on this beautiful journey. And so today I am finally here standing with all my vulnerability and showcasing my work to the world. I am probably not the best, but I have given my best in the making of each art piece that I have lovingly put on paper.

I have a soft spot for florals and they call me most of the time. Every flower and every petal brings joy to my heart. I wish they call you too. And they find forever homes and spread happiness in a true sense.

Here you will find my collection of originals and each creation is done with lots of love. And I would like to thank you for choosing me and my art.

Here let me quote the great artist “ I dream of painting, and then I paint my dream” – Vincent Vangogh, one of my favorite artists. This is what I wish for myself and for everyone who loves to dream. Because dreams are what we are made of.