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Breath
The Beginning and The Becoming

The Beginning

Breath begins with life. It carries us quietly, moment by moment, until it leaves us when we no longer are. Yet how often do we stop to feel its rhythm, to hear the silent wisdom it carries?

 

Breath is influenced by everything—our bodies, senses, and emotions. A fast walk, a lingering scent, or a single tear can shift its flow. Breath is reactive, responsive, alive, and profoundly honest. It demands one truth: before we inhale, we must exhale completely. Exhalation frees space for life to enter.

 

In the rhythm of breath lies a quiet truth: stillness can flow, release can renew, that we are always being carried home to ourselves. Breath carries us through transformation. It teaches us to trust its rhythm, even when life feels uncertain.

 

Breath is all we truly have. Everything else can leave us with a single exhale. And yet, it is also the one thing we can return to, over and over, until we no longer can.

 

 

The Becoming

This new body of work begins with a pause. Over the past few months, breath has become my seeking and my source. It has guided me through pain, stillness, and transformation, revealing the delicate balance between effort and release, between holding on and letting go.

 

Breath is my practice of awareness, my practice of now. It anchors me to the present, connects me to my body, and whispers truths I had long ignored.

 

Over the past few months, I have journeyed into the layers of my own breath under the guidance of my teacher, Prof. P. He opened a doorway for me—not just to the act of breathing but to its essence, its knowledge, and the profound way it connects to every corner of my being.

 

In moments of pain, when inhalations feel heavy and challenging, I witness the struggle of my body to find flow, to find ease. I see the rhythm pause, the movement racing, and my breath wrestle through suffocation. Yet, in surrendering to this struggle, I uncover moments of clarity, calm, and freedom.

 

For me, pain has turned inhalation—the act of welcoming life—into a struggle. Yoga calls it the most effortful act, and I’ve felt its truth. Yet this struggle has also revealed something essential: by exhaling fully, I create space to receive. By surrendering control, calm finds me.

Breath has taught me flow and movement, grounding and energy.

 

This series is born from those moments—from the alignment of my breath through different energies within me. As my breath moves, so does my pen. Honest and unfiltered, tracing the rhythm of my being. A moment of surrender, of exhaling fully to create space for what comes next. Each work holds the energy of my breath, the pain, the resistance, and the transformation it brings. 

In these moments, creation feels like alignment—a bridge between the physical and the profound.


The conversation

This series is my surrender—to expectation, to meaning, to control. It is an offering of presence, created in partnership with breath. Each piece captures the moments that exist between pain and joy, within time and space. As I exhale, I let the moment guide me. As I inhale, I gather its lessons.

 

Each work is deeply personal, yet universally familiar, shaped by a rhythm we all share. It ties me to you, the viewer, through our shared experience of breath. What I create in one moment becomes a part of yours, bridging our worlds through this unspoken connection.

 

Breath carries a wisdom that transcends words—a knowing passed through ancient texts, the Upanishads, Vedantas, and yoga. My teacher helps me bring that wisdom into my awareness, and through this work, Breath is my source, flow, rhythm and knowing

 

This work is not an escape but an existence. It is a rhythm, a journey, a truth. Breath is my source of creation, and creation is my language.

 

As you encounter this series, may you find your own rhythm within it. May it remind you to pause, to breathe deeply, and to feel the quiet power of your breath.

 

Here, This moment holds space for you to breathe, to flow, and to see your own truth reflected in mine.

 © Abhigna Kedia | Artist | Abstract Art

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