All through my school years, I was made to believe art was about being good at it. Then came my most difficult years. The slow transition from woman to mother. The wild swings of pregnancy. The disorientation after delivery. The postpartum months when I no longer recognised myself. Only then did I understand what art was actually for.
Through all of it, the brush stayed beside me. The page did the listening. The colours held what my words could not.
I talked to friends afterwards. We had all walked through the same dark. Pregnancy. Motherhood. Transition. Loss of self. And most of us walked through it alone, with no language for what was happening to us.
I built TruHues to take the fear of art away. To put a brush back in the hand of every person who was told they "couldn't draw." To turn it into the most honest tool they own.
Not just for pregnant mothers. Not just for the anxious. For all of us who have feelings that arrived before the words did.
— Trupti Trivedi