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Kirana HAAG artist
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Kirana HAAG artist
gallery of artworks
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meet Kirana
art journal
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gallery of artworks
art commissions
art classes
meet Kirana
art journal
contact

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Kirana

kirana@kiranahaag.com

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Maybe this year has already felt hard.
Maybe it hasn’t unfolded the way you hoped it would.

When I feel like that, I look to nature.
The way the sky keeps opening.
The way the sea keeps breathing in and out.
The way light appears, quietl
Sometimes, when I’m painting, the whole canvas doesn’t need to be filled.
There is space left untouched.
Breathing space.

I think life is a little like that too.

By the end of January, the year can already feel full.
Full of expe
As January begins to soften, I often notice what we’re left holding once the rush has passed.

What remains after the expectations, the noise, the effort of starting again.

For me, it always comes back to two things.
Hope.
And love.

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Forgiving

In the soft light of the afternoon, forgiveness feels effortless — like sunlight warming the edges of a day.

This painting holds that feeling for me: gentle, open, full of colour and calm.

Forgiveness, after all, isn’t
Studio moments — colour studies, early sketches, and small beginnings.

I love this part of the process: where ideas are still fluid, edges are soft, and anything feels possible. It’s a time for play and curiosity — letting colour
Angel

One morning, there it was — or maybe he, maybe she — an angel of sorts.

Soft, playful, a little bit cheeky. Appearing out of nowhere and inviting me to join in, to let go of the serious, to paint with joy and a light heart.
Afternoons on the balcony at the residency in France — sunlight, birdsong, and the slow rhythm of a small village day.

Between conversations and cups of coffee, ideas drift in like the breeze. This is the kind of stillness where art begins &
Without Words

In my art, I hope to create tangible works that speak without words — pieces that carry emotion, memory, and energy in their very surface.

Art, to me, is a way of communicating what can’t be said — a way of touch
After the Storm

Walking along the beach the morning after the storm, everything feels pulled wide open.
The air is fresh, the horizon raw — the world somehow both fragile and vast.

It will take time to soften again.


With love,
Kira
Scenes from Siran

Soft pastel walls, morning markets, the hum of life unfolding in narrow streets.
There’s a rhythm here that moves differently — slower, warmer, filled with small, beautiful details.

Every corner seems to hold a st