These three colours are enough for a lifetime.

Red is blood, birth, rage, and love, it speaks from the root, from the earth, from sacrifice and courage. It is the colour of life in its rawest state. It is devotional, sacred, human.

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White is not innocence. It is spirit. A breath. A pause. Sometimes it’s purity, but more often it is clarity, forgiveness, a space for reflection, expansion, or disappearance. It holds the unseen. It is the vibration of silence before form.

 

Black is not darkness but potential. It is the unknown, the void, the mother of all colour. It absorbs, anchors, and dignifies. It is the shadow where truth incubates.

 

Together, red, white, and black form a trinity that transcends aesthetics. They are elemental. Alchemical. In many spiritual traditions they represent the dance of matter, spirit, and transformation. These are not choices of style. They are my vocabulary for grief, for power, for surrender. They are the ritual ground on which this body of work began.