All artworks shared here are original creations by Anjali A.
They are shared for viewing and inspiration only and may not be reproduced, distributed, or used for commercial purposes without the artist’s permission.
I remember, as a child, going to my first art class.
I watched other children create geometrically perfect forms and precise lines. I couldn’t mimic those shapes. Very quickly, I declared that I was bad at painting and, for a long time, never touched a brush again.
My return to art happened accidentally. I don’t know exactly when it began. But when I started painting again, something opened. I was mesmerized by colors and forms. I wasn’t creating perfect geometry — instead, abstract worlds appeared. It felt like entering another dimension of shapes and movement. It was trippy, freeing, and deeply enjoyable.
I later met my art teacher through a course — not a teacher in the traditional school sense, but a guide. She didn’t teach me how to draw a certain way; she guided me toward my inner mojo, my inner spirit. When I paint now, I feel like I’m flying. The colors are vibrant, expressive, alive. Even the most unconventional or “imperfect” drawings carry so much soul.
I paint alongside a group of art friends, and the depth, awareness, and energy we move through together fascinates me. Empowered women rediscovering themselves through the language of art. In that container, I feel seen, expressive, accepted for who I am. I feel alive — so alive.
This page exists to allow my art voice — my sacral and throat chakra — to flow into the world of form.
In abstract art, you find what you are looking for.
There is no form already known to the world.
And that is the beauty.
You find you.
My wish is simple:
that when you look at my art, you see what you are looking for.
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This piece was created as an experiment with closed eyes — drawing what I was feeling rather than what I was seeing. The heartbeat, the anxiety in the body, and the subtle movements that arose as I observed them.
It felt like coming very close to the body — a somatic grounding.
The body’s movement translated onto paper.
The process itself was deeply grounding and silencing. There was nothing outside — only this body and whatever was happening within it. It felt as though only the body existed; everything else went quiet.
A deep meditative practice.