Disabled bodies can be and are beautiful. We don’t need to be hidden, ‘fixed’ or fit into other’s ideas of what ‘normal’ or ‘beautiful’ is. My body is beautiful as it is, in all its stiff, wonky and deformed glory. Re-drawing resistance – Accepting myself and loving myself, existing as I am in a society that thinks we shouldn’t exist, is Resistance.
Artist can be reached on Instagram at: @riverbudur

In the distance , i could see a blurred image of a littel girl, dressed in blue She looked lost and orphan Her tousled and uncombed hair Her vision so blurred of tears Her tender hands shivering in fear. Her feet so cold , denied any movement Lips that denied to make a happy curve. She looked so familiar but unknown . She was still staring at me From the distance. I see her often Those lifeless eyes, haunts me What does she need from me? 

And i remembered that girl She is closely associated with me I called her and wiped off her tears. I brought her to my house and made her feel home Held her hands , allowed her to sit next to me. I made her laugh making goofy faces. I gave her toffees and toys and the love she longed for. We sang beautiful song loudly And the dancing for the beat felt so right I then tucked her in her bed With warm heavy blankets When its bed time , she whispered her story I could see ,she was in constant fear , her voice was silenced And her feelings were ignored, She was unwelcomed in her own house. Her body treated so very wrong and her soul too. She cried and made me cry

The first sound of birth is crying. In every situation we live,we express tears. The last sound of death was also tears in the eyes

The first sound of birth is crying. In every situation we live,we express tears. The last sound of death was also tears in the eyes

It has been a difficult time for me and my family since Corona hit. This is an ode to how my husband was affected by Covid-19, admitted in the hospital and saved. This also reminds me of the time he tended to me with love and care when I received burn wounds while lighting a lamp.

It has been a difficult time for me and my family since Corona hit. This is an ode to how my husband was affected by Covid-19, admitted in the hospital and saved. This also reminds me of the time he tended to me with love and care when I received burn wounds while lighting a lamp.

What I learned through lockdown was that before lockdown we used to get all the nescessary eatables outside and cooked ready to eat foods which are not healthy and hygienic. But during lockdown we learned to keep ourselves and our surroundings clean. This is the message that I wanted to convey via my art.

Greetings to everyone. This is my artwork reflecting on why women must express their thoughts and opinions. In the society we live in, since always, men’s voices and opinions have been validated and accepted as the norm. We exist just as women who are not allowed to speak up. But why do we continue to remain silent in such a society? Only when we speak up, will our needs be met and will we be given opportunities as well as justice.

Everyone is equal. Girls can do anything. Girls should be brave and realise they already have wings. They should just fly and reach the horizon!

This is a creative endeavour to capture incidents in my life through poetry and visual art.

Drawing Rangoli is something I’ve always loved and enjoyed throughout my life, for it brings me mental peace. The aim of this artwork is to highlight how this process can be a way to set aside some time for self-care.

Drawing Rangoli is something I’ve always loved and enjoyed throughout my life, for it brings me mental peace. The aim of this artwork is to highlight how this process can be a way to set aside some time for self-care.

We all repeatedly say we have to stop the violence, but we are not taking any steps to stop it. To bring change, we have to take an initiative and raise our voices.

Since God is my strength, my artwork is an offering of lotuses and lamps in honour of the Goddess Mahalakshmi, made on this auspicious Friday in the hope that she will bless me and my home.

Women should not be enslaved at home. If a woman is enslaved, her opinion isn’t heard anymore.

My vision is to ensure good recognition for them.