Life Update: Marriage, a New Studio, and Making Art Again

I’m back.

Hello everyone

It’s been a long time since I wrote anything. Life swept me up in the best and most overwhelming ways.

Life Updates:

I got married.

Wedding Update

I moved into a new home.

And now, for the first time, I have a dedicated space I can call my studio.

That sentence alone makes me emotional. It feels like I’m finally stepping into the version of myself I always imagined, the one who creates not just from the corners of rooms, but from a space built with intention.

Kruti’s Art Studio

I haven’t been sharing much, but a lot has been happening quietly behind the scenes.

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Building in the Dark

The past six months were taken up by wedding prep, moving, adjusting to a new chapter in life. But before all that, I was silently building something. For myself. For my future.

I was focused on my art. Not publicly, not consistently, but deeply and seriously.

I went back to the fundamentals. I trained. I studied. I questioned everything. And honestly? I doubted myself a lot.

There were days when I looked at what I was making and felt embarrassed. I felt like an imposter.

Learning

Honestly, my work was improving. You can see below that my work has become so much better.

Improvements

The Hurt of Feeling Like an Outsider

Over the past couple of years, I realised I needed an art community. So, I worked on interacting with as many artists as I could so that I feel like I belong. I met many artists, some through workshops, others in live art sessions. I’ve studied under incredible mentors and learned so much from YouTube masters like Stephen Bauman, Proko, etc.

But there’s a quiet hurt that grew in those spaces too.

A lot of the artists I met had formal training. They had gone to art school. They had degrees. And I didn’t.

I’m self-taught, or maybe more accurately, self-guided. And in some conversations, I could feel the unspoken judgment. Or sometimes, it wasn’t unspoken at all.

I remember one interaction that really cut deep. I was dismissed so casually, like I didn’t count, like I was just a “hobby artist.” It stung. Because art is not a hobby for me. It’s not something I pick up for fun on a lazy Sunday.

It’s who I am. It’s how I survive.

But in those moments, I started to believe maybe they were right. I started to question if I was a “real artist” at all.

The Shift

That pain, as hard as it was, became a turning point.

I told myself: I don’t want to feel like this anymore. Not because I need to prove anything to others, but because I owe it to myself to take my art seriously.

I realized I don’t need validation from a system I wasn’t even a part of.

I need to build my own way. I need to create the kind of art education I wish existed, one with structure, yes, but also freedom.

Space. Play. Emotion.

That’s what this new chapter is about.

Making My Own Way

I’m still figuring things out. My focus still wobbles. I dip my hands into so many creative things, from drawing to painting to junk journaling. And sometimes it makes me feel scattered.

But I’ve started to understand something really important:

I create because I love to

It fills me with life.

I’m learning to hold that truth gently, even on the hard days.

Thanks for being here as I find my way again.

Happy Creating