2024
Miniature Forests
The silence of a forest echoing in two built worlds - born from the same dream and yet nothing alike.
2025
Miniature Forests
Miniature Forests
The silence of a forest echoing in two built worlds - born from the same dream and yet nothing alike.
The silence of a forest echoing in two built worlds - born from the same dream and yet nothing alike.
2024
Miniature Forests
The silence of a forest echoing in two built worlds - born from the same dream and yet nothing alike.
2025
Miniature Forests
The silence of a forest echoing in two built worlds - born from the same dream and yet nothing alike.
A dream of a forest.
Two worlds. Two moods.
One, a landscape of paper and wood,
Another sculpted in glass: green and blue.
Both turning slowly,
Both hiding stories.
Silent like a moment
Frozen in time.
A dream of a forest.
Two worlds. Two moods.
One, a landscape of paper and wood,
Another sculpted in glass: green and blue.
Both turning slowly,
Both hiding stories.
Silent like a moment
Frozen in time.
A dream of a forest.
Two worlds. Two moods.
One, a landscape of paper and wood,
Another sculpted in glass: green and blue.
Both turning slowly,
Both hiding stories.
Silent like a moment
Frozen in time.
Brass bridges rise across green paperclay terrains, anchored on a carved wooden base. The surface is textured like land and painted in fern tones, forming a landscape that is at once constructed and still.
A pond of glass - layered yet clear, glimpses of hiding fish caught mid turn
Brass stems rising from hills, painted in beiges and hibiscus tints.
A pond of glass - layered yet clear, glimpses of hiding fish caught mid-turn.
Brass stems rising from hills, painted in beiges and hibiscus tints.
A pond of glass - layered yet clear, glimpses of hiding fish caught mid turn.
Brass stems rising from hills, painted in beiges and hibiscus tints.
The sun rises in both worlds - and it also reflects their moods. The paperclay sun is more textured, it holds more depth. That is also what that world is - sculpted, painted, textured and detailed.
The glass sun holds more lustre, it carries more light. So does that world - its clear water pond, the brass trunks, the trees, the animals - it is an abstract doodle world coming to light at dawn.
- Keshvi
The sun rises in both worlds - and it also reflects their moods. The paperclay sun is more textured, it holds more depth. That is also what that world is - sculpted, painted, textured and detailed.
The glass sun holds more lustre, it carries more light. So does that world - its clear water pond, the brass trunks, the trees, the animals - it is an abstract doodle world coming to light at dawn.
- Keshvi
The sun rises in both worlds - and it also reflects their moods. The paperclay sun is more textured, it holds more depth. That is also what that world is - sculpted, painted, textured and detailed.
The glass sun holds more lustre, it carries more light. So does that world - its clear water pond, the brass trunks, the trees, the animals - it is an abstract doodle world coming to light at dawn.
- Keshvi
We live at the edge of stillness
With rising birds, turning ramps and tilting heads
Two ramps spiraled through the form,
Allowing birds and structures to rise, tilt, descend.
Crocodiles, squirrels, camels & lions
A story of each, a moment frozen in time.
Shades were first discovered - tried on blocks, adjusted & left to settle
Built in paper, smoothened like marble - a world built lighter than ever,
moving in time, quieter than ever.
Shades were first discovered - tried on blocks, adjusted & left to settle
Built in paper, smoothened like marble - a world built lighter than ever,
moving in time, quieter than ever.
Shades were first discovered - tried on blocks, adjusted & left to settle
Built in paper, smoothened like marble - a world built lighter than ever,
moving in time, quieter than ever.
We live at the edge of stillness
With rising birds, turning ramps and tilting heads
Two ramps spiraled through the form, allowing birds and structures to rise, tilt, descend.
Crocodiles, squirrels, camels & lions
A story of each, a moment frozen in time.
We live at the edge of stillness
With rising birds, turning ramps and tilting heads
Two ramps spiraled through the form, allowing birds and structures to rise, tilt, descend.
Crocodiles, squirrels, camels & lions
A story of each, a moment frozen in time.
