recalibrate manipulate

it’s an online exhibition that I have done recently with some of my mafa mates. this show was curated by Sotheby’s Mariam Hussien.

n this large print, I contemplate current world events. I am especially interested in the recent destruction of many of the colonizers and slave traders’ monuments and statues. If these historically celebrated figures are being dismantled, where do their oppressive ideologies go? Furthermore, Colin ponders the danger that arises when images of mobs are placed out of context. How will these events be told in 20 years’ time?

Release all political prisoners

Release all the incarcerated voices of democracy and uphold their right to life

“A world of silence
Is blown into smithereens”

Source: Excerpt from a poem by G.N. Saibaba, 25th July 2018, poem from prison (Anda Cell, Nagpur Central Jail, Nagpur, Maharashtra). He was arrested in 2014 for alleged links with Maoists and sentenced to life imprisonment. Poems shared by his wife A.S. Vasantha Kumari for an organised campaign (23.07.20/12 o’clock Indian time) for Professor G N Saibaba and other political prisoner’s release. 

#freeallpoliticalprisoners
#freegnsaibaba
#freeanandteltumbde
#freeakhilgogoi
#freesudhabhardwaj
#freedevanganakalita
#freenatashanarwal
#freerona
#freesharjeelimam
#freevaravararao & #other all #politicalprisoners
#poemfromprison

mask as a new mode of statement

I have made a poster asking the Indian govt to release all political prisoners

Release all the incarcerated voices of democracy and uphold their right to life

“When I refused to die
My chains were loosened.
I came out
Into the vast meadows
smiling at the leaves of grass.
My smile caused intolerance in them.
I was shackled again.
When I defied death again,
tired of my life,
my captors released me.
I walked out
into the lush green valleys
under the rising sun
smiling at the tossing blades of grass.
Infuriated by my undying smile,
they captured me again.
I still stubbornly refuse to die.
The sad thing is that
they don’t know how to kill me,
because I love so much
the sounds of growing grass.
G.N. Saibaba
26th October 2017
(Remembering October 1917)

(written to Vasantha)”

#freeallpoliticalprisoners
#freegnsaibaba
#freeanandteltumbde
#freeakhilgogoi
#freesudhabhardwaj
#freedevanganakalita
#freenatashanarwal
#freerona
#freesharjeelimam
#freevaravararao & #other all #politicalprisoners
#poemfromprison

The sight of ……!!!

Mask

Masks are objects that cover the face for a variety of reasons. They are used for protection, disguise, entertainment or ritual practices and are made from various materials, depending on use. The earliest use of masks was for rituals and ceremonies, and the oldest found mask is from 7000 BC.