Swayam draws from the Sanskrit, meaning “of one’s own accord,” “by oneself,” “through one’s own being.” The collection asks a single, deceptively quiet question: what does a woman look like when she has stopped performing her own life? Its answer is thirty looks that move from sealed form to full bloom
across a palette that travels from stone, ash and deep unopened-bud green to carmine, amethyst, peacock and sapphire.