मला पूर्वीपासून ओळखणारी माणसं अजूनही फोटोग्राफर म्हणूनच ओळखतात. पण अलीकडे मात्र ती माझी प्राथमिक ओळख नाही असंच वाटायचं. जरी मी फोटो काढायचे तरी कमाईचं आणि व्यक्त होण्याचं माध्यम म्हणून ते…
…what if we can start reading ‘a subject’ without its prepositions, isn’t it like tracing a loose trail of a gloomy vision without knowing the source of the beginning? Our…
“Dust is the opposite thing to Waste, or at least, the opposite principle to Waste. It is about circularity, the impossibility of things disappearing, or going away, or being gone.…
Dust is a kind of interface – scientific yet mundane. Within the domestic, it becomes a kind of proto-archive, a record of what occurred. For matter that co-exists with us,…
On the Studio:
My sculpture studio is a large workshop surrounded by other similar structures in an area of Delhi called Rajpur Khurd. This studio functions as a storage space…
Dust envelops and enters nooks and crannies, it fills space, conceals and obscures, and at the same time reveals what’s underneath. Besides serving as a sign of a destructive past…
मला धूळ ‘कण’ स्वरूपात दिसते. या कणांपासूनच साऱ्या सृष्टीची निर्मिती झाली आहे. त्यामुळे प्रत्येक वस्तूत सृष्टीचा अंश आहेच असे मला वाटते. आणि म्हणूनच त्या कणांमध्ये त्याच्या निर्मितीची प्रक्रिया आणि काळ…
No One is Seeing: Pragati Dalvi Paints a Day in Her Life LIVE
Frame: Kitchen; Portrait View
The kitchen with wooden cabinets, chimney, granite L-shaped platform, and off-white Spartex floor…
I was born and brought up in Mumbai. I still live and practice in this city. Since my earliest memories of this place till today, there have been many changes…
The Spokesman and The Destitute at the Land of Resurrection Single-channel video/Duration – 11.30 mins
Sekhar is the national bourgeoise, playing the spokesman of national reconstruction in Satyen Bose’s 1954…
My art practice is marked by strategies of collecting and re-imagining stories from different societies and cultures. Histories, personal and community myths, ritualistic practices, and fantastic elements have always resided…
What is a ‘Home’? A three-dimensional space to seek physical respite and solace? An architectural splendor to boast of? A tattered bunker to hide from vicious grenades? A self-imposed magical…