The Divine Comedy Series
Now viewing at Pavilion Damansara Heights
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Featuring "Dante's Inferno" (10' x 5')
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Now viewing at Pavilion Damansara Heights ❋ Featuring "Dante's Inferno" (10' x 5') ❋
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A meditation on the chaos we perceive in "evil" encounters — the elemental journey through the dark night of the soul.
Feel the tremors of the earth, the alchemy of fire, the tempest of tornado and the tsunami of water — forces that strip away the illusion of who you think you should be to survive a world built to minimise you, and reveal the truth of who you are born to be.
Part of the Divine Comedy series.
2019 | Acrylic on Canvas
A meditation on the wound that survives the breaking.
After the chaos strips away who you thought you should be, what remains is not empty but the heart : cracked and whole, held together by the very light that broke it open.
This is the heart made sacred not because it was spared, but because it was not. Where the break runs deepest is exactly where the light finds its way through — every ember scattered below is proof something was set alight, not destroyed.
Part of the Divine Comedy series.
2019 | Acrylic on Canvas
A meditation on the dawn that arrives before there is proof of it.
Dante's own Purgatorio begins at the same threshold : the moment before light is provable, when the only response is to keep facing east.
Faith, in whatever language it is prayed, begins in the dark.
The water goes still before the sky does. Colour returns slowly. Not the violence of fire, but a blush softening of the sky remembering it was never really burning.
What was tempest becomes horizon. What was wound becomes shoreline.
2019 | Acrylic on Canvas
A meditation on the light that no longer needs the dark to be seen.
Here, the sun has arrived, and asks for nothing more than to be looked at directly.
The water holds it without distortion.Nothing spirals.Nothing burns.
What survives the descent does not announce its survival — it simply reflects, clear enough now to hold the light without flinching.
This is not the end of the journey.
It is the place the journey was always moving toward.
2019 | Acrylic on Canvas