More from the Studio

After reading I Contain Multitudes  by Ed Yong, I found myself drawing what I had just read!This piece is my ode to those early morning reading sessions that I often enjoy in the quiet of the mornings! If this art speaks to you! get your print here!

You can’t schedule street food. It arrives when it wants to, in small quantities, with flavours that don’t wait. There’s a magic to the way Indian streets serve food, a bhelwala with pudiyas by the lamp post, a momo steamer taller than the trees, a samosa that disappears just before you reach the cart. This illustration came from that very feeling of chasing chaat before it runs out, of standing with strangers over gulab jamuns, and of knowing that the best meals are often un

We all know a routine helps. For strength, for sanity, and - if you’re like me - for sneaking in both doodles and dumbbells. Two years ago, I started showing up for two things everyday - my art practice of drawing something in my red sketchbook, and my health. Both needed patience. Both needed water. And both showed me how even a strong eraser can feel like a workout. The ink weighs heavy. The kettlebell says “58kg of colour pencils.” And your Bicep Curl? Two sharpened pencil

This beautiful tree holds things I’ve picked up along the way. Some things I drew, some I just pondered. This piece reminds me: art isn’t built in a rush. It’s grown. You have to feed your work, yes. But also - let it surprise you. Some days are just about drawing a branch. The other day, it just surprised me with a fruit that wasn’t planned!

Sometimes you do put all your eggs in one basket - not because it’s the smartest move, but because it’s the only one that feels honest. There’s no real way to tell which one’s going to crack first. You plan, you prep, you even hold your breath a little - and then something entirely unexpected comes your way. Maybe the prettiest egg turns out to be hollow. Maybe the one you ignored all along hatches into something lovely. That’s the gamble of it. Maybe, that’s a chance you’ve

Art doesn’t arrive like a delivery order. It doesn’t fill hunger, fix deadlines, or solve checklists. What it tends to unmistakably - is hold a mirror. It represents you. You needed it to see  you. Birzdo says, and I quote, “ unless there’s a hole in your wall, then ART will fill your ‘need’..” 😅