Quench is built around water, the opposite pole to Scorch. Its softened palette draws from shells, coral, and tide- like forms; the cross seems held by waves or seafoam. The textiles here behave like fragments of shoreline: woven, weathered, fluid. The piece meditates on how surrender can feel like immersion- where one isn’t extinguished but absorbed into something vaster.
In this series, the artist turns to the cross not as a symbol of religion, but as a symbol of surrender- the moment where individuality drops and one discovers what remains when the “I” is no more. The works are inspired by ornate historical crosses, the quiet power of bejewelled forms, and the idea echoed across cultures that awakening happens only when the seeker disappears.
Every canvas is embedded with hand- picked Indian textiles, chosen like small relics of devotion- cloth that once touched human hands, markets, households. The cross becomes an object of contemplation, not to convert anyone, but to shift the energy of a room: a reminder that the self is one, that innocence must be protected, and that beauty itself can be a door to stillness.
