60×48×1.5 Original Canvas
Wood Frame
A Myth Retold 01: ECHO - Narcissus
She followed a beautiful creature called ‘Narcissus’ into the forest—
silent, curious, spellbound.
Days turned into years.
And with every step,
she wandered further from herself.
The chase became obsession.
She forgot joy. She forgot love.
She forgot her own life.
One day, she finally spoke to the creature:
“Love me.”
But the creature could not hear her, for it could only hear itself.
Only her own voice ricocheted off its hollow heart & echoed back—
“Love me… Love me… Love me…”
She screamed it.
She whispered it.
Still—silence.
Alone, empty, she collapsed into a cave.
Tears fell. She whispered again,
“Love me.”
And then—
she heard it.
Not from the creature.
Not from the walls of her cave.
But from within.
Her own voice.
Her own heart.
“Love Me.”
She rose.
She remembered.
Who she was.
What it felt like to be loved.
So she turned back—
this time following herself.
Narcissus flowers bloomed along the path,
marking the places she once lost herself,
now lighting the way home.
Was the creature ever real?
Or just a reflection,
meant to guide her inward?
Love yourself first.
Love yourself best.
Follow your own voice.
Chase your own dreams.
Echo didn’t fade away in a cave—as the Greek myth suggests.
It was in the cave, hearing her own voice, where she came to life.
60×48×1.5 Original Canvas
Wood Frame
A Myth Retold 01: ECHO - Narcissus
She followed a beautiful creature called ‘Narcissus’ into the forest—
silent, curious, spellbound.
Days turned into years.
And with every step,
she wandered further from herself.
The chase became obsession.
She forgot joy. She forgot love.
She forgot her own life.
One day, she finally spoke to the creature:
“Love me.”
But the creature could not hear her, for it could only hear itself.
Only her own voice ricocheted off its hollow heart & echoed back—
“Love me… Love me… Love me…”
She screamed it.
She whispered it.
Still—silence.
Alone, empty, she collapsed into a cave.
Tears fell. She whispered again,
“Love me.”
And then—
she heard it.
Not from the creature.
Not from the walls of her cave.
But from within.
Her own voice.
Her own heart.
“Love Me.”
She rose.
She remembered.
Who she was.
What it felt like to be loved.
So she turned back—
this time following herself.
Narcissus flowers bloomed along the path,
marking the places she once lost herself,
now lighting the way home.
Was the creature ever real?
Or just a reflection,
meant to guide her inward?
Love yourself first.
Love yourself best.
Follow your own voice.
Chase your own dreams.
Echo didn’t fade away in a cave—as the Greek myth suggests.
It was in the cave, hearing her own voice, where she came to life.
