Hoolahooping Ties- Breaking Gold series.
Medium: 24Karat Gold Leaf, Oil, Spray, Acrylic on a Gallery wrapped Canvas.
Size: 36in x 30in x 2in
In Hoolahooping Ties, I wanted to capture a state of serene rebellion — the quiet act of breaking free without resistance. The woman spins effortlessly within golden hoops, her eyes closed, her spirit wide awake. It’s that moment of stillness where the soul is doing its deepest work — unbinding itself from invisible chains, one graceful turn at a time.
The movement is gentle, yet profound — echoing the meditative peace of Rumi, the centered calm of the monk, the unspoken freedom of Sufi dance. Though she appears tranquil, every motion chips away at the boundaries that once held her.
For me, this piece is about the paradox of effort and ease — how transformation can happen in silence, in beauty, in surrender. The gold leaf fragments swirl like remnants of old constraints turning to light. It’s not a battle, but a release — a soft awakening where the spirit learns that freedom doesn’t always roar; sometimes, it simply dances.
Hoolahooping Ties- Breaking Gold series.
Medium: 24Karat Gold Leaf, Oil, Spray, Acrylic on a Gallery wrapped Canvas.
Size: 36in x 30in x 2in
In Hoolahooping Ties, I wanted to capture a state of serene rebellion — the quiet act of breaking free without resistance. The woman spins effortlessly within golden hoops, her eyes closed, her spirit wide awake. It’s that moment of stillness where the soul is doing its deepest work — unbinding itself from invisible chains, one graceful turn at a time.
The movement is gentle, yet profound — echoing the meditative peace of Rumi, the centered calm of the monk, the unspoken freedom of Sufi dance. Though she appears tranquil, every motion chips away at the boundaries that once held her.
For me, this piece is about the paradox of effort and ease — how transformation can happen in silence, in beauty, in surrender. The gold leaf fragments swirl like remnants of old constraints turning to light. It’s not a battle, but a release — a soft awakening where the spirit learns that freedom doesn’t always roar; sometimes, it simply dances.
