Abstraction as Freedom

When nothing means anything, everything is free to be.
Meaning isn’t imposed; it emerges in stillness.

Sharp Beak

Process as Meditation

The line is not drawn; it is breathed.


Each curve is an inhalation, each loop an exhalation - a trace of presence. The act is not to create form, but to dissolve thought.

The lines aren’t visual outcomes; they’re meditative footprints. The meaning lives in the act itself, not the result.

an abstract visualization of mental flow, a record of transforming anxiety into motion.

Mind and Mouth
Fake

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mohanty sagar

Composure in Chaos

In my work, lines exist without destination.
They move, pause, and continue, sometimes hesitant, sometimes certain, until presence takes shape.

These drawings are not planned. They are conversations between anxiety and stillness, between what can be controlled and what must be felt. Each line is drawn slowly, deliberately, until time dissolves. The act of tracing becomes a way of breathing; the drawing becomes a byproduct of being alive in being alive.

I do not search for meaning in these forms.
The moment I draw, meaning disappears, and what remains is rhythm, balance, and release. The repetition of the line becomes a meditative state: a method of returning to myself when the world feels too loud.

This practice is composure in chaos, a quiet celebration of imperfection, impermanence, and the fragile harmony of existence.

Dissatisfaction
Kingfisher
Sit down
Brahmanism Curse
Masked Faces