Cotton and rayon yarns, paints, old sari fabrics108" x 38"
The idea originated from using the clothesline as a metaphor, binding women who have crossed my path and inspired me as an artist and person. The installation brings together relatives and friends from across the globe, who have nurtured our existence and woven our lives together as global citizens.
Cotton, discarded fruit netting, paper, paints 45"x52"
This is piece was made when I was coping with my father's illness which confined him to the bed. From 8000 miles away it became harder and harder. All I had on my mind were my parents. Those balconies, windows of the multistoried buildings back home became my primary subjects. The color scheme was dictated by the extensive use of discarded fruit netting of onion bags.
Another reminiscence of my home back in India when covid brought the world to a standstill. Weaving my memories using the ancient technique of jamdani brought me closer to home where the incredibly skilled weavers make gorgeous saris, taking months to finish one. On the other side of the globe I weave just like them using jamdani in my contemporary art.
Cotton, variety of yarns, Styrofoam, reed, copper, wood, paints, wool, fruit netting, various yarns36"x37"
This piece evolved from my reminiscing about my hometown, Kolkata. The urban living in multistoried buildings, the faces at the windows or mundane scenes overlooking from the balconies and so much more are all a testament to how deeply rooted we are as immigrants.
Wordless Valediction evolved again as a coping mechanism of my father's illness. I dwelled here physically but my mind and soul was half way around the globe and the memories got expressed through my artwork.
When the pandemic hit the world, India with it's huge population failed miserably in handling the situation of the enormous population of migrant laborers. Almost overnight they were sent back to their remote villages with inadequate transportation. Thousands with men, women, children, of all ages started the journey back home on foot. It was a horrendous situation to fathom. Many perished along the way not from the virus but the fatigue. I almost lost my sleep thinking about those poor helpless people. Together with new isolation in place, made me paint this, the only constructive work I could make during the unprecedented time of our lives.