Biography

Dina Zaman

Dhaka, Bangladesh​
Delaware, Ohio

My Thoughts

In the quiet pulse between brushstroke and heartbeat, I stand—an open vessel of stories, my skin a living canvas where strangers trace their fears into color and leave behind fragments of hope. Born of monsoon whispers in Bangladesh and reborn in the steel and snow of Ohio, I carry the weight of two worlds in my fingertips, translating grief into petals, trauma into birdsong.
My exhibitions are rituals: women gather to paint their shadows into light, each stroke a confession and a promise. In kaleidoscopic murals on city walls, I weave Jamdani motifs and rickshaw dreams, stitching ancient whispers into the modern skyline. As mentor and guide, I tend to refugee hands with pigment and patience, forging community from resilience, resilience from paint.
I am nomad and anchor, healer and muse—my art not an object but a journey, an invitation to inhabit the present, to feel the slow bloom of belonging. In every gallery hush, every shared laugh over spilled acrylics, I remind us that to create is to connect, and to connect is to be truly alive.

My Wins and Let Goes

I move through my journey like paint on canvas—gathering light in trembling palms, releasing old shadows on the breeze. With each gain, I claim a new hue; with each farewell, I make space for what’s next.

Moments of My Journey

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