A woman taking a selfie outdoors in a snowy park on a sunny winter day, wearing a black puffer jacket and a gray hoodie, with bare trees and a bright sun in the background.


Hello!

I’m Priscilla, a self taught, intuitive visual artist born and raised in a small Eastern Himalayas town named Darjeeling. My art is a personal journal. It is the way I make sense of the world.

My art is all about finding the light.
Where ever I could, whenever I was overwhelmed or negative. When I found myself alone in battle. Nature has been a tool I heavily depend upon,both a comfort and a teacher. In her steady, beautiful silence, I’ve found a way to transmute emotional pain into presence, something with meaning and light. It is a rebellion of sorts when I have refused to be made bitter. When I have fought for my own peace.

One could say that my is art is part protective dissociation.A form of anchoring myself through sensory depth. Later in life I have discovered that I’m an HSP personality type, highly sensitive person with a vivid inner world. I feel things intensely—colors,textures,emotions and I often find refuge in beauty when the world feels too loud.My creativity is both a coping mechanism and a way of understanding life. I regulate overwhelming emotion through focus and find safety in the sensory world. I see parts of myself in flowers,strength in their colors. Sometimes in the flight a bird I find mental freedom. I use a lot of color psychology from nature to self regulate,find balance resilience.

At its heart, my art is about love. Love for the world in all its quiet beauty. Love for life, even when it feels messy. And love for myself, a love I am still learning, slowly and gently. I often lose myself in the worlds I create.

More than anything, I hope my art gives people a reason to pause. To take a breath. To feel a little peace,a strength, to softly escape. To remember that even in hard times, you have the innate ability to transmute the bad to good. You can rise up, in spite what life throws at you.

Love,

Priscilla