Khushi Khandelwal
Khushi (b. 2005, India) is an Indian artist and writer based in Bareilly. She graduated from LASALLE College of the Arts, Singapore, in 2026. Working primarily through painting, drawing and mixed media, her practice investigates feminist theory, horror and mythology as tools for confronting systems of power, memory and identity.
Drawing from personal experiences, family folklore and literary narratives, her work explores the intersections of gender, the body and culture. Using the visual language of the grotesque, abjection and speculative fiction, she reimagines mythological and folkloric figures to question patriarchal structures and the social construction of femininity. Her practice is driven by experimentation with unconventional materials, narratives and symbolic imagery, creating a space where horror becomes both a mode of resistance and a means of reclaiming agency.
Her most recent project, (Autopsy) MOTHER, examines performative femininity and female roles within patriarchal India. Through the embodiment of the Hindu goddess Maa Kali, the series mobilizes the grotesque feminine to challenge expectations surrounding womanhood, motherhood and female identity and sexuality. Transforming the monstrous into a being of empowerment rather than fear.
Each one painted by hand.
Each one made for its moment.
No two signature bottles tell the same story. Every commission begins with a conversation — the occasion, the setting, the people it’s meant to move. What follows is a piece designed entirely around that vision, by hand, in the studio.
THE ART
The Romance of Pluto and Charon, inspired by Pluto and its moon Charon, who are locked in orbit with one another; always circling, always facing each other. Neither ever truly leaves the other's gaze. I have always believed that in real love, we are all equals. Unlike the moon circling the earth in its one sided infatuation, they move through the vast emptiness of space as equals, and truly, they are together forever.
As much as our world is made up of a series of coincidences, and everything seems to point towards total randomness, there is still hope for fate. Maybe some connections are simply too unlikely to be explained away by chance alone. Maybe, somewhere amidst all the chaos, there are things that are meant to find each other, no matter how vast the distance or how endless the journey.
