My Mother

Cradled in a quilt of saffron and indigo, the young elephant dissolves into the softness of sleep, its weight rendered tender through watercolor washes that blur the boundary between body and air. The composition balances intimacy and whimsy: a hovering patchwork ornament and a toy-like sphere punctuate the dreamspace, while the faintly sketched adult figure at the margin reads like a guardian memory rather than a physical presence. Dappled light and leafy greens seep in from above, suggesting a world gently continuing outside the child’s cocoon, so that rest becomes both refuge and quiet initiation. In this suspended moment, the artist turns vulnerability into a form of strength—an image of care stitched from pattern, pigment, and pause.