I have always drawn for as long as I can remember. As a child, it began with tracing shapes on pearly beaches with my bare fingers, and as an adult, scrawling on old notebooks with a mere pen. The images I have created are those which stem from my subconscious, they consume me like a deep-rooted presence; I even dream of them as I sleep.
When I first start a piece, I never know what I am going to end up with. The process is invariably a surprise, and yet, every mark I make on my canvas exists with intent and purpose. It is there for a reason. The lines are permanent, unwavering and true, and I let them guide me from start to finish.I
If I were to guess how my style emerged, I would say that it likely originated from the days of my childhood. Back then, I would watch my mother’s “hirigethun” and the weaving of “kasabu” on the Dhivehi libaas, hypnotized by the vivid embroidery and the repetitive nature of such an intricate craft. The environment I grew up in is a source of great inspiration for me, and you can see it reflected heavily in my body of work.
Each piece, I believe, does require a moment of contemplation. The more you observe, the more details you will notice, taking you further into its illusory world of solid lined figures gazing far off into the distance. As if looking back at what has passed, or staring ahead at what is to come. Inhabitants, perhaps, of another realm.
