Anthropology of my mind

Client : Personal
Year : 2025
Art Direction - Artwork : Roxi Basa

𝘈𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 was born out of my personal experience of grief. When loss entered my life, I found myself searching for metaphors that could express what traditional language could not.
I began to observe the way nature deals with loss, without drama, without resistance. I observed how creatures transform themselves, how they surrender to cycles greater than themselves. I found comfort in this observation.

Grief changed me. It wasn’t just something I was experiencing but it had become part of me. My memories carried me through the darkness until I realized that transformation isn’t about escaping pain, but integrating it.

This project visualizes what I’ve learned: that beauty can emerge from an ending itself, that our losses can nourish new growth, and that there’s profound peace in surrendering to cycles of renewal.



⋆ The first scene called The birth of a Flower is a gentle metamorphosis that represents grief’s integration into universal memory, where personal loss becomes part of nature’s sacred cycle, creating beauty from what once was, without cruelty.

⋆ The garden that once was depicts a lizard moving through a fossilized ecosystem where bone insects fly like spectral butterflies and bone flowers stand as sacred relics.
When the lizard consumes these bone creatures, it absorbs fragments of forgotten memories and souls. This ossified world represents grief as a silent presence rather than disappearance, everything preserved in its final form. The lizard, a survivor among these traces, creates meaning by internalizing loss.
Each bone flower symbolizes a precious memory frozen in time, while the bone insects embody fleeting thoughts and regrets about those we’ve lost.

⋆ The third and final scene called Where silence blooms features phoenixes, symbols of rebirth that rise not from flames but from quiet acceptance. This moment captures both wound and healing: time suspended, beauty growing, life returning without permission. In this landscape, forgetting has liberated form, memory has blossomed, and life reemerges differently. This gentle renaissance isn’t about erasing the past but embracing the sacred momentum that allows us to live with what we’ve experienced, emerging not as before, but vaster, gentler, and more authentic.