“Transparent wings in Pools of colour.”
wishing all of you a happy Diwali.
It almost seems impossible until its done!
On July 6th, 2012, the doors to my first show opened at False Ceiling — a quaint gallery in Bandra, Mumbai. Lots of friends and family and art enthusiasts strolled in that evening, and I watched expressions and reactions to the story that I had laid out before them.
The series I was presenting: Cult of the Street started out as a self initiated photo essay, looking out for quirky old livelihoods, perennially teetering on the edge of extinction in the city of Bombay. And the bonesetter is one such profession.
Much like the minimality that characterises bones themselves, bone setters are creatures that belong to the space between the past and the present, of disrepute and grudging respect and, ever so slightly, between science and magic.
With this body of work, I’ve used various mediums to translate my story of the bone setters. And what started as a photoessay one year ago slowly transformed into a multi-disciplinary body of work, documenting the spaces in which the bone setters practice, looking at the anatomy as a form that holds the body together, and translating it into various mediums.
This experience has been one of new beginnings and discovery. It has been an overwhelming experiencing, of telling stories through my pictures, drawings and an installation.
Thank you to all the people who had to bare with my madness, and who were a part of making this dream a plan. Special Thanks to Kamayani Sharma, who very skillfully translated my visuals into words.
6th July 2012.
I went back to Goa to spend a part of the summer there, this year. And in my time there I was lucky to be able to discover secrets of the sea, untouched beaches, and little towns filled with character.
The most memorable part of being in Panjim was an afternoon spent in Fontainhas — the Portuguese Quarter, which was like walking through a string of stories thorugh time.
A town where you’ll see people living life with total ease, sitting at the porch of there homes, feeding fish, and fishing.