Untold
Series (Digital Art)
16 pieces | 9:16 | Original Digital Prints
Started in 2019. Not merely a series - it is a confession of emotion in its rawest form. Began this journey on the most fleeting of canvases, the Instagram story screens - using the brush tool as a portal into the mind. The spontaneous digital scribbles evolved into a personal visual language, growing alongside, now shaped by modern digital drawing techniques yet rooted in the same emotional urgency. In Untold, form surrenders to feeling. Every stroke, curve, and distortion carries a tension between chaos and clarity, grief and hope, longing and resilience. The recurring scribble style is not a technique - it is the soul's handwriting. The works do not aim to be deciphered but to be felt, much like the emotions they were born from. They do not explain - they reveal.
The Freed, 2019
When I discovered the key to unlock the closed
doors of my mind.
And found a language to express in motion.
It was the first moment I truly spoke,
without words.
The first Untold.
The Heart, 2020
It’s the heart that feels right?
But,
isn’t it always the mind that holds the weight?
My brain, where the mind truly lives.
The pain and thoughts in a miserable state.
Fuelled to Nowhere, 2020
A lit cigarette waits to take the thoughts
into the sky. But two quiet sticky notes on
the wall whisper reasons to stay.
Between the burn and the breath, I pause.
Not every flight is meant to leave.
The Brain., 2020
When the mind wished to explode with
all I carried.
But I had to resist it intentionally.
And now, nothing can.
Thrown the key forever.
The Denied Fall, 2021
As the strings of survival snapped one by one,
I braced for the fall.
At times, even I wished for it.
But one string held.
Among 37199, 2021
The day I tested positive.
Kerala’s count stood at 37,199.
In frame - my masked mind,
eyes echoing the anxiety of isolation and
37199 ‘+ve’ s.
The Sway-shed, 2021
People left. One by one.
And with each, a layer of me went too.
Now I wonder, am I still here…?
Or already in a grave I haven’t laid in yet?
The Anchored, 2021
Stagnant corners always gather webs,
and I had become one.
Stuck, blind,
woven into the layers of stillness,
I couldn’t see.
The Room, 2022
Life paused, doors shut,
and I slipped into the room inside my head.
Silent, slow, hidden.
A hibernation in life I had entered.
It was blood inside.
A Maze, 2022
I kept searching for a path to stability,
while miserable thoughts kept
quietly stabbing the heart.
Found some. But couldn’t connect
them together
A Forecast, 2023
A forecast of my life as
I had seen it in my mind back then,
despite all the plans,
despite all the hope.
It arrived the way I feared,
not the way I dreamed.
The Butterfly , 2023
It gave them butterflies they said.
Butterflies!
Has anyone ever wondered about
the life between them
rather than the beauty of its wings!
No Breath, 2024
A series of unexpected events
locked me in, then threw me into
the abyss of despair.
Without warning.
Without light.
Neural Forest, 2024
The hope.
A sudden surge of joy rushed through
my nerves, followed by a quiet peace.
It gently settled in my mind
like a light to rise from the depths.
The Talk, 2025
A destiny I long for,
and a quiet conversation I had with it,
deep in my mind. But can't she see me?
Or lost in the darkness
that dims the light for both?
The Choice, 2025
A choice I let into me,
something that may root my life.
Then I shut every door,
so nothing else could enter.
But even now, I don’t know what the choice is
truly capable of or how strong my door is!