I did not begin my journey as an artist in the traditional sense. For most of my life, I was a homemaker—dedicated to my family, raising my children, and quietly supporting my husband in his career. My world revolved around responsibility, love, and care, like many women who give their all without asking for recognition.

 

Art came to me much later.

 

At the age of 55, I picked up painting—not with the intention of building a career, but simply to find peace. It started as a small escape, a personal space where I could breathe, reflect, and feel calm. What began as a hobby slowly grew into something more meaningful… and eventually, something commercial. But at its heart, it has never changed—it is still my source of peace.

 

For the past 10 years, I have been living with Parkinson’s Disease. My hands are not steady. There are days when even the simplest movements feel uncertain. And yet, somehow, I have created every piece of my art with these same shaky hands.

 

That is why my work carries the name “Stable Strokes.”

Because stability is not always in the hand—it is in the mind, in the will, and in the courage to continue.

 

I don’t paint to prove that I am a professional artist. I paint to keep myself going. I paint to calm my mind. I paint because it gives me a sense of purpose and quiet strength.

 

There are many who struggle with challenges like mine, and often, people lose hope. But I chose not to stop. If my journey can inspire even a few people—to keep trying, to not give up, to find their own form of peace—then I feel I have already achieved something meaningful.

 

Art, for me, is not just creation.

It is healing. It is resilience. It is life.

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Deepti Sethi