I was once a mathematician—immersed in logic, structure, and proof—until, at 27, I chose to follow a quieter, deeper calling: art. Yet the truth is, art was never a departure. It has been with me from the very beginning, an unspoken language I’ve always known how to speak.

I have been painting for as long as I can remember—before definitions, before decisions, before I even understood what it meant to “be” an artist. Creation, for me, is instinctive. It is how I make sense of the world, and of myself.

Even my name, Ishika, means “paintbrush”—a coincidence that feels less like chance and more like destiny.

This space is a reflection of my journey—each piece a fragment of lived experience, a quiet conversation between who I was, who I am, and who I am becoming. These paintings are not just images; they are emotions, questions, memories, and moments translated into form and colour. They talk about why I paint.