They called her the keeper of patterns — the one who painted with numbers, not brushes. On her canvas, circles spun in threes. Viewers didn’t always understand, but they felt something stir, deep and ancient.
“Three,” she once said, “is the first number of creation.”
Mind. Body. Spirit.
Birth. Life. Death.
Past. Present. Future.
Each stroke honored a cycle, a holy trinity repeated across time. The number 3 held balance — not perfection, but harmony. It danced between chaos and calm, holding space for both.
Nikola Tesla who once claimed, ‘If you only knew the magnificence of 3, 6, and 9, you would have the key to the universe.’ She believed him.
To some, it was just geometry.
To her, it was divinity in motion.
And when people stood before her work — silent, unsure why tears welled in their eyes — she smiled. The numbers were doing their work.
Unlocking. Aligning. Awakening.