Scorch evokes heat, devotion, and fire. The cross is layered with deep red and yellow Indian textiles (not antique, but hand- picked by the artist), and below it lies a painted reflection, as if the cross is radiating onto the surface beneath it. Inspired in part by Tibetan colour palettes, this piece expresses the moment Christ cries, “Why hast Thou forsaken me?”, and the revelation that follows: that when the “I” falls away, only truth remains.
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.
