This piece isn’t a portrait of the body. It’s a portrait of what refuses to sit still inside it.
Prana Shakti speaks to the intimate mischief of life-force, that untameable current that insists on breathing you even when you forget to. It is the divine feminine not as a concept, but as momentum. As the “yes”, behind every pulse. As the quiet riot happening beneath your skin.
Here, vitality isn’t polite. It doesn’t move in straight lines or ask for permission. It spills, reaches, threads outward and inward at the same time. It nourishes and disrupts. It creates and destroys. It feeds the organs, fuels the thoughts, digests the sandwich, and then has the audacity to invent a new idea before you’ve finished chewing.
Prana Shakti governs the obvious miracles…. Breath filling lungs, food becoming flesh…but also the subtler rebellions: intuition sparking without logic, a sudden laugh rising from nowhere, the body knowing before the mind catches up. It is the microcosmic choreography of aliveness. Not mechanical. Not random. Rhythmic. Intelligent. Slightly wild.
There is humour in this energy. It keeps the heart beating without consulting your calendar. It turns yesterday’s doubt into today’s clarity. It animates the entire enterprise of being human and never sends an invoice. If it had a voice, it might say: “Relax. I’ve been running this operation since before you had opinions.”
In this painting, Prana Shakti feels less like a static force and more like a fountain — an ever-renewing surge that both roots and radiates. It is the creative feminine as circulation. As expansion. As the shimmering interface between matter and mystery. And somehow, through all its complexity, it remains simple:
Life moving because it cannot help but move.
2024
Mixed Media and Acrylic on Canvas
77cm (h) x 38cm (w) x 4cm (d)
This piece isn’t a portrait of the body. It’s a portrait of what refuses to sit still inside it.
Prana Shakti speaks to the intimate mischief of life-force, that untameable current that insists on breathing you even when you forget to. It is the divine feminine not as a concept, but as momentum. As the “yes”, behind every pulse. As the quiet riot happening beneath your skin.
Here, vitality isn’t polite. It doesn’t move in straight lines or ask for permission. It spills, reaches, threads outward and inward at the same time. It nourishes and disrupts. It creates and destroys. It feeds the organs, fuels the thoughts, digests the sandwich, and then has the audacity to invent a new idea before you’ve finished chewing.
Prana Shakti governs the obvious miracles…. Breath filling lungs, food becoming flesh…but also the subtler rebellions: intuition sparking without logic, a sudden laugh rising from nowhere, the body knowing before the mind catches up. It is the microcosmic choreography of aliveness. Not mechanical. Not random. Rhythmic. Intelligent. Slightly wild.
There is humour in this energy. It keeps the heart beating without consulting your calendar. It turns yesterday’s doubt into today’s clarity. It animates the entire enterprise of being human and never sends an invoice. If it had a voice, it might say: “Relax. I’ve been running this operation since before you had opinions.”
In this painting, Prana Shakti feels less like a static force and more like a fountain — an ever-renewing surge that both roots and radiates. It is the creative feminine as circulation. As expansion. As the shimmering interface between matter and mystery. And somehow, through all its complexity, it remains simple:
Life moving because it cannot help but move.
2024
Mixed Media and Acrylic on Canvas
77cm (h) x 38cm (w) x 4cm (d)
