I am interested to find a relationship between memories-migration-body and materials. 

I look at the body as a memory collector.

My works derive from exploring living memories, passing on memories, and creating memories.

I explore paper weaving as a process to weave the warp of memories with the weft of present situations to create a fabric that questions identity and existence. And the two layers, containing the past and the present, get interwoven to construct a pixelated, broken, hidden, dissected, and blurred visual language. I see this language as a metaphor to speak for the forgotten and lost narratives.


The site(s) I engage with for performance also bear a sense of partition-migration-division within. My body responds to certain situations the site has been through or triggers. I consider my sites also as a body, and the performance derives when both bodies collide in response to the presence of each other. I see my own body as a site for exploring the fragility and strength of the human condition under duress of conflict within contemporary society.


My installation pieces are an extension of my performative practice. I create interactive installation pieces to engage viewers as performers.

The dairy drawings series are dedicated to each performance I produce. I engage in drawing as a process either to initiate a dialogue between my body and the site before the performance or as a memory of what remains post-performance.



I work across mediums that include paper weavings, photography, performance, installations, drawings, and video pieces.

Archives of the colonial and post-colonial memories in the form of poems, photographs, written documents, letters, telegrams, postcards, oral histories, silence, search for the roof, shifting identities, political stance- which my grandparents and parents treasured, shaped my understanding of independence /partition of our country.

My practice emerges out of the need to de-colonize these memories. But how does one remove the wounds from the spine of the past? and the stains of time? does the body pass on these stains and wounds too? Can memories become a tool to meet the past to accept the present? Have I been able to accept the present? Have anybody?