I often remember my mom sewing up holes in our clothes and wonder if she bled whenever the needle pierced her fingers. Maybe mothers subdue their pain by sewing ripped holes. Maybe her pain ends with the final knot she ties.

Women are still not able to open up about abuse and about issues they have faced. Their voices are still suppressed by society, their community, and even by their own family.

We sit at the top, peering down at destruction with no remorse whatsoever. Our conscience is clouded by pride. The good lies within us and the bad lies in others.

The blue that covers us – is it the sky that makes us smile when we look up? or, is it the clouds that dance with our imagination? to disappear when the sun says goodbye, was it always blue or is it an illusion of the sun’s rays through the layers that covers the Earth’s green?

To connect is not just a fundamental part of our life, but the very essence of it. In a way, our entire existence is a search for connections, a sense of belonging.

What if nature were geometric? How would a tree grow if it was geometric? What if their instincts were organized and premeditated like that of humans?

When we feel fatigue along with the relief of work done, we seek a place where we can finally lay to rest. My paintings sing of this sensation.

Local spaces in Kathmandu Valley like bhattis and chiya pasals are places where people from diverse social and economic backgrounds come together.

रंगका तृष्णामा बिलीन भइ कोही कहाँसम्म जाने यी त तिम्रो मर्जी बिना नै तिम्रा आसपास रहिरहेछन्, अनि फे रीपनि तिमि यिनैका निम्ति भोको छौ कहिले आघाउँछौ ए त्रिश्रित मानिष, तिम्रा तृष्णा मेटाउन अब म कुन चाही रंग फ्याकु !

How would you feel the sensation of moving clouds in its absence? She enjoyed sceneries, returned, and painted them through her memories to relive the sensation of relaxation.

These paintings frame two viewers – you, looking in, and the objects, looking out at you.

As the journey of meditation and devotee-hood began, one didn’t remain as he used to be. Many seeds which were yet to be flowers started to sprout and many realizations surfaced.

While we tend to hoard some objects for the future, we also discard some because they are no longer being used.

It was only during the pandemic that I noticed my grandmother’s passion and practice towards flowers and plantation.

I ponder on the small things you say The simplest of words I remember. I ponder on your restless gaze, Dear wolves, do they remember me?

As a regenerative farmer, I have an inherent attachment to the land.

Wanted to be found, but no soul would chase Hey you, wait a moment Give me a little bit of your time I am right around here

People have told me many fascinating tales and myths about tattoos throughout my career as a tattoo artist.

Though we may think that only women wear jewelry, there have been times in history when men have decorated themselves with gold and jewels as much as, or even more than women.

A disagreement with my teacher about why my ancestors migrated to Pokhara led me to start my research on the Newars of Pokhara. With the help of my grandfather, I started exploring.

One of the most spectacular architectural designs in the Kathmandu valley is the Newari house.

Narrative video games drive the story through the eyes of the player and make the player feel a part of the world itself. That immersive nature is why I have a deep love for video games.

I grew up listening to folk tales – especially scary ones – from my grandmother. As a child, I loved stories about khyas, gurumapa and kichkannis.

A simple greeting card sent to family and friends allows you to keep in touch with them and reminds them that you are thinking of them.

As children, we always felt a great sense of fun in expressing ourselves with drawings. We scribbled with crayons any way we liked and were never scared to play around with colors.

As fun and creative expressions of ideas, ukhans form an important part of our language.

Our outward sight is in fact turned inward — we don’t see what we look at, but only our own ideas become reflected into our vision.